Peace: A Poem

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From the files of 12-year-old Aquinnah Bree comes “Peace”, a Christmas poem. Merry Christmas Eve from me to you!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the church

Not a boy or a girl dared to lurch.

The choir came up to sing their carols

To my surprise, they froze in peril!

With no sound from their lips, I rushed from my chair

Stepping onto the stage, fog machines twirling my hair.

I began to sing songs like “Silent Night”

Choir staring, stage lights bright.

This reminded me of years when bundled up warm

My brothers and I would watch snowflakes swarm.

At the end of the song, with the final word, “Peace”

I ran back to my place, and again, all sounds ceased.