These Have I Loved
The early morning air;
The roosters crowing;
The feathers fiercely flying;
The pounding of the hammer in the barn;
The purring of my cats;
The gobble of the turkeys in the woods;
The clucking of my hens;
The fresh grass between my toes;
The stomping of the horse’s feet on the neighboring trail.
The bleating of my goats voice;
The revving engine in my brother’s truck;
The swaying wind through the trees;
The bell that rings on my brother’s ram;
All these things have I loved.
-Eli Heaton Age 11