‘The Sound Collector at my House,’ by Leon

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A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.


The ticking of the toaster,

The ringing of the doorbell,

The creaking of the stairs,

The banging of the door.


A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.


Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

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