Thursday, September 16, 2010

out of the mouths of babes

First day of kid's choir practice,
carpet squares scattered on the floor,
the children squiggle and squawk until--
Miss Myra picks up the guitar.
Softly, softly, she strums and sings,
And twenty bodies all sit still.
They are singing now, clapping, patting.
They stand, they sit, they whisper.

Is it not magic to listen
to one woman charm small children?

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5 comments:

Melissa said...

I wanna go to choir practice!
Sing, babies, sing! Utterly, painfully cute.

Alita said...

I want to hear this magic
through the voices of small children.

This is so lovely, thank you.

Heather said...

Melissa: you all should join us. Seriously.
Alita: small children singing are magic, no?

2bdancing said...

we should all be so lucky as to fall under the spell of a musician today.

lead on, pied piper, I am following.

Melany Gallant said...

Your words have me flashing back to my own choir practice days and how as a child I loved it.