Poem of the Day: 7 Apr 2005

Crickets chirping harmoniously together,
In the clear wavy air of spring. It sings,
The air, in the nights when only crickets can
Hear it. The green grass is rich with camouflage
For the cowardly bugs. They surrender to the
Eyes and ears, only to serenade the people who
Try to sleep. Crickets depart and chirp sadly
As the sun begins to rise.

Chloe S. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#25)