(AT BARRINGTON SCHOOL)<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes among the children.
\nThe chatter of birds,
\nwarblers.
\nBows and violins,
\nhorns, flutes,
\nthe chorus of the kindergarten,
\nlittle flowers,
\nspring crocus,
\nin the pageant of the holidays.
\nA concert of carols,
\nnotes overflowing the shore of
\ngrandparents, mothers and fathers.
\nThe school\u2019s gym a platform
\noverlooking the season\u2019s jubilee.<\/p>\n
I fell into the music.
\nLet it lift my spirits.
\nSee harbors from long ago
\nwith garlands on the piers.
\nThe ancient flyways of the birds.
\nColumns of clouds.
\nThe forgotten joy of children\u2019s voices.
\nFeet leading to the sun covered
\nwater of the past.
\nHymns rising from the rushes
\nof the winter bogs.<\/p>\n
And each child a gift,
\neach gray head a glowing heart,
\nthe clap of hands,
\nthe sound of rising wings.
\nI sat in a necklace of children
\nformed from love,
\nwhose eyes were the wreath
\nof the horizon
\nguiding us all
\nto a universe fashioned
\nin the infinitely young.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
(AT BARRINGTON SCHOOL) I closed my eyes among the children. The chatter of birds, warblers. Bows and violins, horns, flutes, the chorus of the kindergarten,…<\/p>\n