Nature's Sounds

• Gorgia Chandler, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2016

Galloping through the lush green grass,
No one in sight,
Watching the rippling river go pass,
As deep and dark as a cold winter’s night.
Hearing the Blackbird’s wake up call,
Seeing the sun rise up big and bright,
Seeing the sun set at fall,
Watching the mountains soft moonlight.
Wind, whistling through long logs,
Hearing the crickets chirp loud and clear,
Croak, croak go the familiar frogs,
Hearing unknown sounds that I fear.