Music

• Liam Barnes-whitaker, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2010

A hill, and on it, a tree,
Growing from the Earth like a shoot from a seed.
And on this hill
Stood a man.
He sung until
The sun reached the land.
The lyrics pumping,
Out from his chest.
His heart thumping.
His beat, the best.
He sung from the heart,
Not just simple poetry
A work of art.
He sung what he felt,
Every blow that's been dealt.
Then he heard a sound,
A strum from a guitar.
He heard it rebound,
It cam from afar.
The man made his way,
To that musical place,
Where musicians played.
Their music, pure ace.
The man is home,
Where he belongs.
There he lives,
And writes his own songs.