THE SONG

***note: this is one of the poems I wrote in high school for our poetry portfolio...I am posting this and others from that time (almost a decade ago) in the hopes of (a) showing my progress, (b) filling up the space, and (c) likely eliciting a few laughs***

The little, blue-eyed girl had such a voice
That any stranger happening to pass
The quiet church would feel he had no choice
But to impress his nose against the glass
And strain to hear the melody within
Himself fuse with the melody without.
Indeed, the song she sang—her voice so thin—
Seemed to erase all earthly turmoil, doubt,
And fear. She struck a deep and welling chord
Within the listeners, moving them to tears.
Angelic legions sighed with one accord
As with one song she surpassed all her years.
There’s something in each soul that sings a song
So beautiful it lasts a whole life long.