Thursday, November 08, 2007

The Trees Are Whispering

And the people whisper
And the trees whisper
Now we wish to do something else

The cars are whispering
It's because the trees are shining
The light is shining from the moon
The stars are whispering

I was not scared in the dark

Monday is after I watched the dark
11:12 has come already

The trees aren't whispering
The wood is not whispering
The houses are not whispering

By Asher Lewis Bremson

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful poem. I know Asher comes by it naturally (from mama!).

Proud Grandma Roberta