24 – The Sound Some mornings before the fray in the still dark hours with the wind just right you can hear the bell buoy singing. Photo and Poem ©2018, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #24. For more poems like this, pick up a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK Share this:ShareFacebookEmailTwitterTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 thoughts on “24 – The Sound” Add yours Love this! I used to hear Leete’s Rocks bell when it was calm or light SE air… Can still hear it in my memory. Thanks Reply It’s such a wonderful sound, isn’t it? Sometimes it’s easy to forget that all of that wonder is right around the corner – that sound reminds me! Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.