A Poem by 10-Year Old Me
My parents have been de-cluttering their house and in doing so are scanning old documents. Some of which belong to me.
So here is a poem I wrote when I was 10, which would have made the year 1998. It’s about the rain forest apparently.
I can smell the flowers,
and taste and hear the rain .
I can touch the native bowers ,
but can’t see any lane .
I can see the parrots ,
and can hear their wicked call .
I can eat the native carrots ,
and then feel nothin’ at all
( maybe I should’ve smelled them first ).
Pretty great, I know. Should’ve been an English Lit major.