Friday, November 18, 2016

Tap


Rain taps on my windows
Wind causing me to worry
Train whistles a lonesome sound
My heart is beating steadily
I asked God to just let me go to sleep forever
I took a nap and when I woke
I got my answer...Drats
I hear the tapping still
A familiar sound from on the farm
On the tin roof raindrops would tap and trickle down
Then I hear another lonesome sound
That of my soul waking up and my heart beating steadily
Tap

~ Becky Lee ~

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