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Cicadas
by Joe CramerA million cicadas singing to me
In the quiet still of the blissful eve.
Their singing lifts and sets my heart so free.
This much I know, this much I do believe.
Such a serenade, if just to behold
This song of life, this song of the living.
My heart, once weary no longer feels old
From this song now shared. This song of giving.
A million cicadas singing at night
Softly, clearly with such a natural force.
My heart joins in this song, my heart in flight.
What else would I do but sing this, of course?
So many cicadas in this same eve
This song I know, this much I do believe. 10/26/2006 Posted on 10/26/2006
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 10/27/06 at 05:40 AM I love that sound too, Joe. Just sitting on the porch...listening. Nice poem! :) |
| Posted by Ashley Lane on 06/24/07 at 04:45 PM Definitely evokes that warm July, sitting quietly outside with a drink in hand as the sun sets. As annoying as the cicada song can be at times, this scene evoked is rather idyllic. |
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