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I'm sorry to do this to anyone who were awaiting my book with bated breath, but this is not about that.
Mostly, it's a poem that I did as a Freshman (9th grade.) that was one of few chosen from my school.
This will be the first thing that I will have published, and I want to share my happiness with you guys by letting you read it.
If you want...
'Night Song
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tock.
A sound that plays its one note song.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Splish.
Rain. A sound, a rhythm that adds to this song.
Creak. Creak. Creak. Crack!
A tree, one that sways in the wind freely, until its last note plays.
Screech. Whistle. Screech. Screech.
The flute-like sound of the wind that played the tree's last note.
Tap. Splish. Tap. Splash.
A sound. A rhythm.
Tock. Tick. Tick. Tick.
That adds to this song.
Tock.
The night song.'
Yes, that is a lot of onomatopoeia.
Mostly, it's a poem that I did as a Freshman (9th grade.) that was one of few chosen from my school.
This will be the first thing that I will have published, and I want to share my happiness with you guys by letting you read it.
If you want...
'Night Song
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tock.
A sound that plays its one note song.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Splish.
Rain. A sound, a rhythm that adds to this song.
Creak. Creak. Creak. Crack!
A tree, one that sways in the wind freely, until its last note plays.
Screech. Whistle. Screech. Screech.
The flute-like sound of the wind that played the tree's last note.
Tap. Splish. Tap. Splash.
A sound. A rhythm.
Tock. Tick. Tick. Tick.
That adds to this song.
Tock.
The night song.'
Yes, that is a lot of onomatopoeia.
