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Here is a poem by my nephew Gordon who is 11:

 

 

Wet Land Chorus

The shrill peep of a peeping frog high up in a tree shatters the eerie silence.

Chorus frogs join in with their beautiful singing.

A goose honks.

A river gurgles in the distance.

SNAP!!!!!

A twig breaks under foot.

A deafening silence falls over the land.

The intruder departs ..... and the symphony begins again.

 

by Gordon S.

 


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