Gardener at Heart - Book One

The Trumpet Player (California Poppy)


Come try our lofty concert hall,

As long and wide as it is tall;

Come sit on stage between us all and soak the music in.


Our bright conductor nears his stand;

He mounts his box and lifts his hand;

I raise my horn at his command beneath this tall blue ceiling.


With breath so strong and yet so light,

I bring forth notes so clear and bright

They soar and float and play and kite like eagles on the wind.


My high notes travel like a bee

From heart to heart so pure and free;

They touch a Haydn’s ear and he writes music till he’s dreaming.


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