On The River

I received a Sound Challenge from Miss Evelyn, which is conducted, I believe, as follows:

Sit down. Focus on the sound around you. Write down the first sound you notice. Write down the next. And so on and so on. Don’t just write down what you hear but, try to put some feeling into it!
Just try to isolate the sounds one by one. Whichever catches your ear first.

You can challenge as many people as you want who you want to challenge* by linking them or post on their blog! Give a reason as to why you want to challenge them. Use “sound challenge” as a tag.

* We all know that doesn’t work out to well with me, as I tend to challenge the most obscure (and long-dead) historical figures I can think of to these challenges.  So I’ll pass on challenging anyone by name, and issue a sort of blanket invitation.  The rules are above.  The poem is below. – Owen

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I hear the sounds of crickets by the river,
I hear the croaks of frogs, the hum of flies;
The river purrs on its way to deliver
Such boats as it decides not to capsize

The cars, of course – I hear them on the bridge-way
The music from the bar down by the shore
The sound of fingers tapping on an iPad
That indicates that’s it
There’s nothing
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