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