Looking at your hands you wouldn`t  
     imagine music.   
But when your ears are closed and  
     your eyes are open, you need your  
     hands to communicate.  
ASL (American Sign Language) is  
     like poetry.  
Hands sway . . . hands float . . . hands  
     move to the left . . . right . . .   
     up and down.  
The beautiful motions fly as free as a bird.  
By using facial expressions and body  
     movements, it's like poetry with a  
     little bit of dancing-looking flowers  
     blossoming you think of ASL.  
The life . . . love . . . and culture of  
     DEAFNESS.  
Be proud of ASL . . .  

     © A Poem by  
         RAMONA ANN JONES  
         (Daughter of Karen Jones)