The Pastoral Symphony

I came home from the Albert Hall
on clouds of music that delighted me,
the first time I’d heard a symphony.

Mum, I said, you have to hear this music.
But it’s so hackneyed, dear, she replied.
Not to me, I grumbled and sighed.

The ears of a child hear what’s really there
and rejoice in the ever-new.
I’m old now, and that is what I try to do.


A true story.  RedWolf Poems says: Much of the reward in speaking, reading and writing comes from breaking open a world never seen before in a new light.  Hold this thought and write about it.


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7 Responses to The Pastoral Symphony

  1. restlessjo says:

    It’s a good way to live, Viv 🙂


  2. To hear with children’s ears…a gift indeed. You brought this scene and your characters to life, Viv. 🙂


  3. b_young says:

    Whatever lifts the heart. 🙂


  4. The best way to be. Too many people accept critical as a way of life and never see with child’s eyes. Very nice Viv


  5. Irene says:

    Yes, charming way of telling a story. Love the title.


  6. Ron. says:

    How wonderful for you, V! Next step: Rolling Stones!


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