‘Ebb and flow’
“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
“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