Thumping Sound The Society August 19, 2012 Poetry What is that mechanical thumping sound At this early hour in the morning, When I should be laying quaintly snoring? On my fragile head it seems to pound And shake the quiet and untouched ground, As if, with its artificial boring, It drills into precious thoughts I’m storing Of secrets and ideas deeply profound. Or, wait … Is that a woodpecker out there? It is! And how magical the bird seems Like a mythical creature from a dream, Redheaded sprite who deftly jabs the air. Away it flies into dreams and nature, Hidden behind all of what we are sure. -Evan Mantyk Bio: Evan Mantyk is a newspaper editor, writer, and poet living in Harrison, New York. He is president of the Society of Classical Poets. Related Post ‘Passing of the Seasons’ and Other Poetry by Wan... Passing of the Seasons When snow has melted, chill has gone, and winter turns to spring, The tender buds grow on the branches where the robins sing.... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.