Naomi Shihab Nye - Boy and Egg

Naomi Shihab Nye - Boy and Egg

Every few minutes, he wants br to march the trail of flattened rye grass br back to the house of muttering br hens. He too could make br a bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so fresh br it felt hot in his hand and he pressed it br to his ear while the other children br laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him, br so little yet, too forgetful in games, br ready to cry if the ball brushed him, br riveted to the secret of birds br caught up inside his fist, br not ready to give it over br to the refrigerator br or the rest of the day.


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Views: 187

Uploaded: 2014-11-10

Duration: 00:52

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