Poem by a Ten Year Old
Silence* 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 Me. 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. Silence. Kevin Keenan, Grade 5 Cal-Mum 2003 *written in class in response to the question “When have you experienced deep silence?”
Sherry Robbins 