But I Heard...

I heard creaking on the floor-boards    
as if a ghost passed through my room,    
and sensed the musty old sash-cords    
and heard the cuckoo's two-tone tune.    
Beyond the city's constant boom    
far back to some forgotten past    
that exists in the mind of this loon    
I heard slick-click, of an iron door-latch,    
    
Then, breezes shushered in the mown meadow      
and the sound of unknown song birds,  
the scent of cut grass made me mellow      
by that peaceful past, long unheard,    
and memories of lowing herds    
this clattering of arriving milk,    
the whole ensemble, resonant of cellos,    
so smoothly cool as ancient silk...    
     
But they surrounded my land with city sound    
they bounce it off concrete,    
they've made it reverberate and bound    
as the tore up my peaceful street,    
nigh near made hell on earth complete      
as upwards concrete units soar,    
but I heard the creaking of floor-boards    
so I guess, death, yeah, will seem a treat?