Family
A faint sound brushed her ear, and she heard a voice whisper death. She glanced around, astonished. A gentle breeze had picked up, rippling the long grass in the meadow. She frowned. There was no one else there except Ira and Maddy, and the only sound was the rustling of the aspen leaves by the creek.
Sister and Brother
mothers and fathers and all of the others
in the whole wide whirling world!
We are fizzy with the dizzy reeling,
Fuzzy with the Ferris wheel feeling!