Judith Campbell 

Newton Falls, Ohio, USA 

 
 
 

Living in a small town gives a new meaning to the word bored. So much quiet wrapped up in one small space . . . It's almost hard to think of people coming to this small town just to throw concrete upon the floor of cows, then only to beg for the life they have just squashed at its door. 

 

Make Some Noise 

Make some noise
Let loose your tiger
Scream at the moon
Laugh at your world
be yourself
As no one can be
bring your voice out strong
be proud
Say it loud
Shout who you are
Sway with the wind
Care for your life
bow at a star
challenge the world
And make some noise

You 

Somehow
you came in
into my heart
Heart of pale blue
Blew to the Core
And stayed
Stayed in a part
part of my Heart
Heart of pale blue
Blew in and stayed
And brayed
Brayed at the start
Start at a tug
Tug in the core
Core of my soul
and claimed
Claimed all of it
it took Root
Root sprout weed
Weed bore flower
and proclaimed
Proclaimed a little
Little Reward
Reward of me
me of my Heart
And exchanged
Exchanged my blue
Blue changed Hue
Hue Turned Red
Red is the one
of love

All poems Copyright © 1998 Judith Campbell. All rights reserved.