I listen to the sounds -

the crashing of the large containers as they are transferred to waiting freight trains.

The rat- a- tat of the nail gun as a new roof is installed.

The gentle breeze wafting its way through the trees - tickling them as she passes.

Th laughter of a young child - the angry groan of a car starting.

Birds chirping - doors slamming - the classical music emoting from the radio.

Distant sounds of traffic - an occasional jet flying overhead - the whir of a helicopter.

Sounds of the city - always motion - always life - sometimes confusion

And yet these sounds don't agitate - they let you know the world is still alive.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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1 Response to SOUNDS OF THE CITY

  1. Well said in both the watercolor and poem. One of the best things about outdoors when the weather warms is listening to the sounds of life. Thanks Kathy and Paul.

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