Going down the trumpet vines
Swirling, music whirling in
My ears like a butterfly flying
Through soft melodies, soaring
In the skies from violins, sweet
String and a playful dog
Jumping happily away.
by Isabelle, 3rd grade
Going down the trumpet vines
Swirling, music whirling in
My ears like a butterfly flying
Through soft melodies, soaring
In the skies from violins, sweet
String and a playful dog
Jumping happily away.
by Isabelle, 3rd grade