I hear…
girls laughing with deep voices like men.
clapping like you’re at church.
Lydia talking softly like rats at night.
birds chirping like they are talking.
hammers beating like a giant stomping.
airplane vrroooooming like an eighteen wheeler.
truck squeaking like a rubber duck.
These are the sounds of the Third Ward.

By Chelsea, 4th grade
[photo by tewink via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2010 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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