Angela, 10 Singer

By: Greta Pereira

Out of my mouth
Comes a beautiful song
All of Harlem
Sings along
In the church
Bells ring
Saluting our friend,
Big Joe, they sing
The world dances to
The sweet sound
The best is the
Earth’s pulse, all around
When I stop
It is still
Except for wind weaving
Through the streets and hills
In the town
All is quiet, calm
While Harlem sings its

Own silent psalm
For Big Joe
For our friend
Here in Harl