Hannah entered into HSLDA's annual national poetry contest. She won second place. Here's the poem:
God's Wonders
I hate to think of those who've never felt
The dusty earth beneath their unshod feet,
Who've never on the banks of rivers knelt,
To feel its cool and watch its surface pleat.
I hate to think of those who've never known
The sun's warm kiss upon their heads and necks,
Who've never held a summer rose half blown,
Or felt a fuzzy chick's dear gentle pecks.
These people sit inside their gloomy homes,
And stare at gloomy pictures on the wall.
Although they may own palaces and domes,
They speak of naught but waiting for God's call.
God's wonders, placed with halls so dark and grave,
Do seem to me as king beside the knave.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
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Art, this was fantastic! I loved the use of pleat for describing ripples. This week I got to experience life as a cow--walking around the pasture (while building fence)and getting soaked by the rain repeatedly. The poem will help me feel richer this weekend as I do some more field work.
Larry
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