A Poem A DayI don’t want to see killing.
I don’t want to touch blood.
I don’t want to hear suffering.
I don’t want to smell dirt.
I don’t want to taste rot.
I want to see kids playing in their yards.
I want to taste spaghetti.
I want to smell flowers.
I want to touch the clouds.
I want to hear butterflies sing.
By Daniel, 6th grade
[photo by Creativity+ Timothy K Hamilton]
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Comments
lovely poem, i want to hear butterflies sing too
well done
You want to be free – so do I.
I’m with you, Daniel. Great!!
Hi Kristina, love Daniel’s poem especially the line ‘I want to taste spaghetti.’
Oh how I wish to hear butterflies sing too. What a lovely image. Great Stuff.
love-bd
Thank you for giving me attribution next to my photo, as required by my Creative Commons license.
Thank you, and thanks for using my photo.
In addition, flickr has a rule that there should be a link from the photo itself back to the original webpage of the photo on flickr.
Thank you for bringing this to our attention Timothy. A link has been added to the picture.