Brenda used to get the kids to do all sorts of things. Esther wrote this when she was 7 and I found it as I was clearing stuff up; written out in Grandma's hand. Somewhere there's a book of haiku that we all wrote together one summer. Brenda made some paper, wrote them all out and gave us a bound copy. We cannot find it.

Music is...

the swoshing of a waterfall
the sound of birds tweeting
the sound of leaves rustling
the sound of drums banging
the sound of torn newspaper
the sound of people talking
the sound of wind whistling
the sound of presents being opened

Esther Rusling, 20 November 1995, aged 7