by Scarlett Landers
Poetry Contest for Children Runner-Up, Primary Category (Grades 1-3)
At the bench I then sit down,
before I begin to make a sound.
I see the keys from black to white,
and all the notes appear in sight.
I begin to play and drift away,
These sweet sounds are here to stay.
The love of music takes over me,
I can now let go and be fully free.