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A World in My Hands
(A poem created and peformed in American Sign Language)

I look out into the World that
Is my hands,
I see Birds hatching and fluttering
Away to a great blue Sky
Above trees bursting with
Beautiful pink Flowers
Bees buzzing in each of the
Flowers blooming with life
To the shining Sun
Giving light to the World
In my Hands
Tigers creep up on
The sleeping Moon
Awaking its Silver Eyes
That look over
The World that is
My Hands.


Amelia Bernstein, Age 10
California School for the Deaf
Fremont, California
Teacher: Vanessa Sandez

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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