‘The Sound Collector’, by Seán E.

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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 crying of the baby,

The ticking of the clock,

The wishing of the wind,

The turning of the lock.


The bleating of the sheep,

The singing of the birds

The quacking of the ducklings,

The screeching of the gander,


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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