Vagabond Voices
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Vagabond Voices

The Orchestra

A thunderstorm brews…

Photo by Josep Castells on Unsplash

I hear a crackle
On the edge of the horizon,
As the electric vein
Shimmers in the moonlight,
Pointing it skinny finger down at us.

We are pawns in nature’s play,
As we sit
Waiting for the storm to build,
It’s bellowing symphony of sounds,
A full concert,
All instruments alive,
Clamoring for…

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Welcome to Vagabond Voices. Show us where you’ve walked…and let us wander with you. Poetry, short fiction, creative non-fiction, multilingual writers welcome.

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Mary McGrath

Mary McGrath

Mary is a top writer in humor, short stories and poetry. She’s written for Newsweek, Wall St. Journal, Good Housekeeping, and Chicken Soup for the Soul.

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