If you chose the violin …

Here is a funny poem about the violin!

Taking Violin at School, by April Halprin Wayland

I open my case
tighten my bow
pluck a string to tune.
I love to listen to it chirp across the echoing room.

My friends are in class
reading about
a famous English king.
But I am training this wooden bird upon my arm to sing.

 

Great poem, right?  Especially the line “But I am training this wooden bird upon my arm to sing.”  Imagine if the poet had written, “But I am training this wooden hippopotamus upon my arm to sing.”!  Do you think you could make the violin sing like a bird on one day, and sound like a hippopotamus on another?  How about a cheetah, or a turtle?  Practicing can be really fun if you use your imagination.

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