Hear, Here

My Take

DiVoran Lites

Let me sit on my porch

In the morning 

In a town where true friends live

Let me hear the call of the freight train.

And a neighbor rooster who crows.

And thinks he is always king. 

I hear an airplane

Droning West. 

I see the birds 

In our backyard

Flying, flittering landing,

Taking off.

Taking baths

Chirping from a 

A telephone wire

The mocking bird and the blue jay

Steal one another’s calls 

And Sand Hill Cranes fly south.

Photo credit for all pictures in the above post- Pixabay

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Tags: Poem, Poetry