‘Ebb and flow’

— Photo by Snowmanradio

“What I remember is the ebb and flow of sound

That summer morning as the mower came and went

And came again, crescendo and diminuendo….’’

— From “The Sound I listened For,’’ by Robert Francis (1901-1987), Amherst, Mass.-based poet

Here’s the whole poem.

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