I Cry At Concerts

A poem by Debby Grayson

I am jealous of the mountain-top

that shouts its perfect patchwork of pine

and bracken and marsh and meadow

in a million melodious greens,

that tunes its long lakey valley,

where currents beckon like sirens.

I am jealous of the valley,

its echoing choral of soprano wheatears

and warblers.

I am jealous of the stream,

even its tinny trickle

where sheep clamber, crunching pebbles

and lambs lament.

I am jealous of the whole mountain symphony,

its hymns of longing,

its praise of sky--

all the music that isn't mine,

so sweet, it makes you cry.

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Pictured above is poet Debby Grayson with her dog Sonny