(a poem by 10 year old Emma)
What is that sound,
What is that sound,
That
I can hear?
It
isn’t a hound,
Or
a deer.
It’s
a beautiful song that fills the air,
That
you simply cannot compare,
To
any sound in the world!
It
must be the Choir of Birds.
They
sing about hope, love, peace and joy,
Though
they sing without any words,
It’s
so pretty and graceful in every single way.
I
could listen to it all day,
But
I have to be on my way,
Though
I might be lucky enough to
Hear
them sing one moment more.
(Emma
Dimitrova (my 10 year old daughter), 06/01/2019)
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