I am from the stories I tell,

a maple leaf,

our golden well.

I am from a happy place

where people are all around,

a funny laugh, a horse’s neigh,

the music’s healing sound.

I am from a hummingbird,

its little flapping wings,

I am from the big blue crow

that very rarely sings.

I am from a funny elf,

a tingling of the bell,

I am from a mystery,

the mystery, myself.

 

by Nine, 5th grade

photo by Ken Bondy via flickr

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