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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

A Good Noise

There was war on earth
being waged in my house.
Three countries were having it out.
Mark, Michael and Jack.
Using every resource at their disposal,
sonic booms, banshee screams
louder than the roar of volcanos,
chases around the stairs
and through the kitchen.

We prayed for peace among the factions,
and called for reason.
Finally peace settled among the combatants.
A good noise reigned.
The voices of angels.
Gentle exchanges.
Preparation for the end of day,
sleep and dreams.
Peace in our time.
The good noise of children.

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