Poem by a Ten Year Old

I sit in my tree down at
My farm.
Out of the woods come
1-2-3-4-5 deer. All doe.
I see them first but not
Long after they spot
We lock eyes.
Time seems to stop.
I froze; they froze.
I think I must have
Just blocked out the
Other sounds.
All I can
See is the
Cut corn that
The others are
Eating but this
One makes complete
Eye contact with me.
Kevin Keenan, Grade 5 Cal-Mum 2003
*written in class in response to the question “When have you experienced deep silence?”

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