My Words

My words are waiting...waiting to be heard ...
But no one seems to hear them, my words
If I stay near or far...no matter how far.. my words 
My words stay silent ...if I shout from the roof tops

Highest mountains... my words don't travel the distance ,
If I stay high or low..  it makes no difference ,
Because my words... wont travel the distance...
I have whispered  in the wind, howling wind like a banshee  

In a thunder storm...thinking it may be carried in the distance
Carried along the way a far distance. I have whispered in the fork
& sheath lightning...hopping my words would be carried to you
Far and wide across the oceans... I have yelled my words across 

A rumbling ...whispering sea ,but it ignored me,
I have run across sand dunes...up and down hills and valleys
Hollering, hollering... wont you please listen to me ,
Even the wonderful,  scintillating moon, has warned me

Doesn't think I should try...scattering my words about...
My words in controversy somewhat, listening they want not, to listen 
Because my words are just waiting, for you to stop to listen 
My words are forever waiting , for you my world ...and me.

               By Connie James