Golden church glistened brightly
Magic streamed through snow
Beautiful hands held life lessons-
Gifts made with ribbon and nails.
I created this poem (Check out the Poetry Foundation’s definition of a found poem here) using the text on page 210 of “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” by Betty Smith. This is an incredible novel, and I highly recommend reading it if you have not already. 🙂
-poem is my own, published on 3.12.15