by Hazel Ward Adcock
Scientists tell of singing sands
What songs sing the singing sands?
I went to a desert place
To learn the song of the singing sands
These offspring of rocks
Forever lost, wanderers of the winds
Flowing obliterating tracks
In high wind fury
Blowing into newly-sculptured dunes
Burning at noon time
Shivering, quaking in moonlight;
Calm burning days
Of diamond shimmer and mirage
Bright water waving, lapping
Glimmering fading forever
As we approach.
At last I heard the song
Its grand song
Song of the only truth or certainty
The grand song of time and change.
Never lost, never the same.’
Kindly offered by Martha Zinger, Hazel Ward Adcock’s daughter.
4 thoughts on “Sands”
A feast of words and images. Thanks for sharing! peace, Johnna
Yes, i agree Johnna! Definitely a feast of wonderful words! I love the images created too! A lovely poem by Martha’s gifted mother! Thank you. ~Robin
wonderful painting of words–I feel the sand singing!
Isn’t that a wonderful image that captures an experience so well? peace, Johnna