

The Song of the Bluebird
A breast of rusty red,
A back of sky blue,
A song of peacefulness.
A bluebird flys over
a golden field to it's home
at the edge of the field.
It stops to rest on a nearby tree
and shows off it's chest proudly.
It twitters a song of relaxation, and peace.
Of happiness and freedom.
Of healthiness
and all the Pleasures of life.
The bluebird hops
to the top of the tree
and watches the sun set over the horizon.
Soon the crickets are chirping
as the moon shines
in the darkness.
The bluebird puffs up its chest
and preens itself.
Then it tucks its head
under its wing
and falls asleep.
-- Megan Groves
Age 10
Southside Student
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