Past Sounds - Andrew Durham

As I walk outside I am greeted

By the wind in the Bamboo.

The chill of a cutting breeze

Matches leave’s harmony

 

No different from what I heard as a child

In the bamboo thicket on the walk from school.

Track housing has replaced my little forest

But no one can cut down such a sound.

 

I walk away into the sun’s warmth

Both the music and the cold fade

As Curtis and I head to look at chickens.

I look back at those green stakes

Reassured they are still there.