Growing Fast Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Growing Fast



We Drum, We Flute, We Pluck on Strings
We Dance, We Sing, of special things
We call the Spirits, Gods and Fay
And ask will they come out to play
And when they answer bright and true
The magic grows in me and you

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Lynn Anne Brown

Lynn Anne Brown

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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