Poetry reading: English speaking middle aged female

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Description

I am a poet and wrote this poem for a lesson when I was a teacher. I am narrating my own poem and have read this at poetry readings.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Where can you find a poem? Look closely, You might find a poem in the first star you see a twilight, a diamond sparkling on a purple pillow in a november sunset the color of an underripe melon with trees like barbed wire piercing the sky, hiding in a color like the red of a holly berry against freshly fallen snow. Or perhaps in a meadow where wildflowers dance gaily in the springtime breeze, shaking off droplets of dew in the early morning sun, bite down hard. You might find a poem in a slice of juicy watermelon reminding you of simple summer pleasures in the snap of crisp apples, a hint of cooler days to come hiding in the heat of hot chocolate, spreading warmth from your head to your toes. Feel gently. You might find a poem tucked away in cool cotton sheets against your warm skin. On a hot summer night, in the silky satin of a puppy's ear or in the cold wet nose of a kitten's kiss in blowing snowflakes stinging the tip of your tongue, or perhaps in a warm tear sliding down your cheek when your heart is aching or when you tickle inside With laughter, breathe deeply, you might find a poem in the first drops of rain pounding hot pavement in summer, in the smell of new shoes, tightly wrapped in crinkled paper on the first day of school, in the scent of cinnamon steaming out a freshly baked pumpkin pie, or perhaps in the salty ocean air, a delightful mixture of seaweed and wet sand. Listen carefully, you might find a poem in the hush of early morning, before the world awakens in the hiss of a smoldering log, or the crunch of your feet in the snow, in the whisper of wind, in the trees, or the rustle of bare feet in the grass, or perhaps in the roar of an ocean in the trickle of a stream. And if you listen, listen, you might hear the mermaid sing.