I HEAR PARKVILLE SINGING, THE VARIED CAROLS I HEAR,
THOSE OF STUDENTS, EACH ONE SINGING HIS OR HERS AS IT
SHOULD BE FRESH AND VIGOROUS,
THE ARTISTIC STUDENT SINGING HIS AS HE PAINTS HIS
PICTURE OR DRAWS,
THE PRINCIPAL SINGING WHAT BELONGS TO HIM IN HIS
OFFICE, THE SECRETARY SINGING ON THE DESK,
THE TEACHER SINGING AS HE SITS ON HIS CHAIR,
THE GIRL SINGING AS SHE WORKS,
THE HARMONIC SONG, THE TEACHER'S ON HIS WAY
IN THE OFFICE, OR THE LIBRARY OR THE CLASSROOM,
THE LUSCIOUS SINGING OF THE MOTHER, OR OF THE YOUNG
CHILDREN AT PLAY, OR OF THE GRAND MOTHER
OR FATHER,
EACH SINGING WHAT BELONGS SO THE HEART--
AT LEAS THE PEACE OF BODY, MIND,
AND SOUL,
SINGING WITH OPEN MOUTHS THEIR STRONG, MELODIOUS SONGS.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of My Heart
PoetryIn middle school, lots of things happened to me. I became accident prone, breaking one thing after another. I also moved and lost my best friends. Some of the people at the new school were nice to me at first. But like most typical schools, they onl...
