The Sound of Thinking

Sometimes when I ponder, my brain begins to wander

I just think about so many different things,

I roll back the time, to when I was in my prime

I may have been enfolded in angel wings

I’m listening to the sound, the pond water is abound

It could be I’m near the mountain springs

But, I’m in my own yard and I’m trying really hard

To picture who and what this new day brings

It is simply relaxing, and not at all taxing

Opening my mouth, I’m amazed that my voice sings

As I sing quite loudly, my dogs watch me proudly

Until I suddenly stop, when the phone rings

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