The green bayou

chanting a song,

a lullaby, a Friday laugh


The sun’s truth is

freckles, life, and a

secret gift


The sky, the storm,

the flames, lightning

cartwheeling into my skin,

into my bones


Tomorrow a daughter is born

into the ocean

into the wind

they swallow hard


Tough, white snow falling

on the clear, fragile



Crowded is my pocket

with my



by Isabella, 4th grade

art by Paul Klee

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