Inspired by and following the tradition of the following lovely ladies:
I am also carting out a childhood poem for your awe and amusement. I’m sure you’ll all agree I was quite the child prodigy… yeah, RIGHT! Try not to snicker too hard. If I could get to the teenage angst poetry I would have posted that as well, but unfortunately they are buried in a trunk… somewhere. But courtesy to my mom I have some childhood poems on hand. Enjoy (or groan, it’s up to you).
The nest!
The nest was full of glory,
The nest was full of eggs,
The nest was full of baby birds who twitter away,
The baby birds were waiting for their mother to come,
To feed her little babys on a sunny day like this one.
Love is…
Love is people picking flowers,
And washing clothes through the hour,
If you wish to wash the dishes,
Go and eat all those fishes,
And if you like something here is love from me.
Me, age 9. I think we must have started learning about poetry that year. And I think, horror of horrors, I was writing poems and mailing them to relatives! Worse even than re-reading an old poem is learning that your grandmother saved it for you. That last poem conveniently ended when I ran out of room on the page to write, LOL. Funny, the domestic themes running through these; obviously I was much more traditional then than I am now! – wg
“If you wish to wash the dishes, Go and eat all those fishes” — isn’t that a Nirvana lyric?
I’ve been loving reading all this poetry everyone’s been posting.
shock and awe! nice work little weirdgirl
Love is washing clothes through the hour?
I think you were quite domestic for a 9 year old.
Excellent poetry! I give you an “A+”
You inspired me to find my teen angst poems. There were a lot of them. Check it out if you feel like it
http://ktjrdn.tripod.com/whats_new/index.blog?entry_id=1444239