Not As Pure

A poem by an 11 year old student under my name. I take no credit except for being the teacher. Not as pure as the meadowlark Is not something on which most would remark Neither as pure as the meadowlark Not as pure as the sky so blue Not as common either, but both phrases are true Neither as pure as the sky so blue Not as pure as the grass so green Yet more beautiful than anything you've seen Neither as pure as the grass so green Not as pure as the mountains so tall A faint sound from the end of the hall Neither as pure as the mountains so tall Not as pure as a brittle winter frost But they are love and life And only one can be lost