there are horns
tires screeching
a shout or two
dogs barking
a rooster crows
somewhere
toward morning
then light
fills the sky
there are horns
tires screeching
a shout or two
dogs barking
a rooster crows
somewhere
toward morning
then light
fills the sky
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Where I live it is so quiet, not even a Dog barking, unless it is my Daisy.
That sounds awfully nice.
I live by the Sea, in fact its only ten minutes (if you don’t rush) up the Road from me, I live in Clacton-On-Sea. Where we are is rather nice, we do have a rather large House, which is not that easy to take care of
takes up a lot of time, I was Widowed 22 years ago this Christmas, and my grown up Sons still live at Home, we get on well, I am lucky.
My mother always said one makes one’s own luck. I think you have made yours.