Happiness has a sound,
like Christmas bells
on a winters night.
Snowing,
with children
pitching snowballs
at forts, made
of ancient ice,
frozen in the form
of Valley Forge,
George, laughing
at his brother,
Dripping icicles,
from his hat.
Happiness
has a sound,
It's loud,
And it's pitch
Is bright.
I hope that you
can hear it.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-bells-4/
