7 places to find a violinA Poem by Aldora SparrowA poem from camp. My personal favorite
Lies a wooden body. But the body is not dead, The heart is still alive. Come, pick it up, And reawaken its song.
A wooden floor. But it is the dancers That are creating the music. Come with me, And dance the night away.
Is a lonely traveler. But he has found a friend To sing, to be with. Come with me And comfort the melodious man.
Are standing so still. But now comes a wandering minstrel And sits at their base. Come, watch with me How the statues come alive.
Where no sound rings. But here comes a little bird Its beautiful song flies. Come and help me bring, Light and music to a dark and
lonely place.
Into a gloomy pile. But here comes the searching child To find a hidden treasure. Come, teach her with me And soothe the restless soul
Has defeated the dragon. But inside the lair, there are no
jewels, Only a finely carved instrument. Come, show him with me The fantastic riches of a wooden
violin © 2010 Aldora SparrowAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on August 6, 2008 Last Updated on February 1, 2010 AuthorAldora SparrowAboutI have been writing for longer than I can remember, but it was only during 7th grade did I start to write outside of class. I am still inexperienced and I love helpful comments. I love to write fa.. more..Writing
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