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The Eclectic Pen - The man with the violin

By: Susan Q.   + 7 more  
Date Submitted: 2/19/2009
Last Updated: 2/19/2009
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A colorful tune spilled through the air. A man on a small step stool was playing the violin. He was a amazing. As each tune reached a persons ear their face lit up as if touched by happiness. Soon people gathered around him dancing to music. Sometimes slow like a night time waltz. But then fast and angry. Then during tunes of sadness the peoples faces changed; there shoulders slump and there moods drop . Then the wonderful player of music hopped right of the small stool and left. Then the people left, although each one longed for more of the enchanting music. But the man came back each day, and each day the people danced slowly then faster. One day a man walked up to music man and asked. "Why do you always come here, day after day" Then the man with the violin smiled. He leaned down to the other man and whispered. "When the sun go's up I am there, I lift the spirt of happiness from the souls of the gloomy. When it is night, I leave. At night people are ready to sleep happy dreams. I am not a snake charmer; for I, am a people charmer." By: Michael Age:11 Susan's son

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