Winter 2014-2015, Page 3
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Music
By Sarah Borgelt
Songs are like a garden.
You can weed out bad ones,
asking for their pardon.
All of the bad songs run.
Thousands of melodies
sing softly and sweetly.
Their sounds are heavenly.
I love them completely.
Music holds me, loves me,
wrapping arms around me.
I cry with children’s glee.
Music does set me free.
Songs carry me through life,
despite cutting like knives.