SAMPLE POEM:
Deaf Child Area
I have driven the road
many times, but have
never seen the deaf child,
not in the driveway, not in
the yard, not in the window.
But the sign has been there
a long time, so the child
may no longer be around.
I'd like to think just that.
I'd like to think the deaf
child grew up, went to
college, married, moved
away to start a life. I'd like
to think the parents, now
old and alone in the house,
left the sign there to say to
us drivers passing by, "Slow
down. Open the window.
Open your ears. Hear the
birds. Hear the horses. Hear
the wind. Hear the laughter
of the years."