The Write Music

By Kathy Freeman

In the background of my mind I hear the radio playing, In the jungle, the mighty jungle/The lion sleeps tonight . Squealing to a halt, a yellow bus opens its doors, allowing students to tumble out after a long day at school. Rays of sunlight shine down upon the children as they laugh with one another. For me, the music produces a vivid image of Indian summer in Minnesota. Memories of the innocence of childhood locked in the attic of my mind are ready to escape and be...