Sound and Hearing Poems
Have You Seen The Sound?
Have you seen the sound of dark, mean thunder?
Or maybe the sound of solid, crystal wind.
Have you seen the sound of beautiful, sweet voices?
Or maybe the sound of leaves, carefully falling to the ground.
Have you see the sounds?
If you haven't,
This is what they look like.
If you look close to where the sounds are coming from
Little tiny, diamond - shaped crystals float away from the sound.
They look beautiful in the dark sky,
Rolling away from you.
Down the hill
(Shaina is a 4th grader now. She started poetry in Grade 2 with me. In Grade 3, she was part of my Poetry Pals Club. Shaina has a wonderful talent and I hope she continues to write poetry. I look forward to reading some of her published work in the future. November 2002)
A Pickle Is Long
A pickle is long
And an orange is round,
But I wonder sometimes...
Is there shape to a sound
like a whisper
or a whistle
or a laugh
or a sneeze?
What shapes would you think of
for sounds like these?
I can whisper. (can you hear me?)
I can shout. (Hey! Throw me the ball!)
I can hum when I'm about. (Hmmmmm)
I can laugh. (ha, ha, hee, hee, ho, ho)
I can sing. (la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
I can sob when I'm crying. (boo hoo)
I can yodel. (yo de lay hee hooo)
I can talk. (Could I have another cookie please?)
I can giggle when I walk. (tee, hee)
All these sounds my voice box makes. (point to larynx)
I use them all to communicate (all turn around and begin talking)
Muffle the wind;
Silence the clock;
Muzzle the mice;
Curb the small talk;
Cure the hinge-squeak;
Banish the thunder.
Let me sit silent,
Let me wonder
I like noise.
The whoop of a boy, the thud of a hoof,
The rattle of rain on a galvanized roof,
The hubbub of traffic, the roar of a train,
The throb of machinery numbing the brain,
The switching of wires in an overhead tram,
The rush of the wind, a door on the slam,
The boom of the thunder, the crash of the waves,
The din of a river that races and raves,
The crack of a rifle, the clank of a pail,
The strident tattoo of a swift slapping sail.
From any old sound that the silence destroys
Arises a gamut of soul-stirring joys.
I like noise.
- Jessie Pope
In the Kitchen
In the kitchen
After the aimless
Chatter of the plates,
The murmurings of the gas,
The chuckle of the water pipes
And the sharp exchanges
Of knives, forks and spoons,
Comes the serious quiet,
When the sink slowly clears its throat
And you can hear the occasional rumble
Of the refrigerator's tummy
As it digests the cold.
Have you hear what's going around?
Do you know how sound behaves?
It travels in invisible waves.
How do you know the waves are there?
They vibrate through the air.
When the waves reach our ear,
Sound is what we hear!
Have you heard what's going around?
In a valley, valley, valley,
Or a canyon, canyon, canyon,
Give a shout, shout, shout
To find out, out, out
If there's an echo, echo, echo
In the air, air, air
Sound will bounce, bounce, bounce
Off surfaces there, there, there.
You'll hear an echo, echo, echo,
Echo, echo, echo, echo . . .