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

glass

 

Crowded is my pocket

with my

fortune.

 

by Isabella, 4th grade

art by Paul Klee

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