2nd Place (Child) - Oct 2011







THE HARP

The harp
Its song
Drifts into the night
O'er the hills and 'cross the glen.

Then,
Morning comes
to greet its song.
They dance throughout the night together.

Later
When
Its duty is done.
It sadly slips into the night

The harp
It plays,
The last note gone,

And sadly,
Fades into a bird.

~ Meg Warhurst