Self Portrait MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

She sits by the brook
Peacefully listening to
The wind whisper to thetrees
               (Her mother tells her she's too quiet)

Squirrels willnot
Run away
When she walks by
And the birds will eatout of herhand
               (Her brother tells her she has no friends)

Raintrickles down
Her face
As she dances
Among thechipmunks gathering acorns
In the wetgrass
               (Her father tells her to come inside and dry off)

Her family
Jump into the car and drive
Tomeetings and appointments
She climbs atree.          
(Shethinks the birds are more interesting)

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