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.

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John Hartley is a Director of Product Engineering at Beam Dental in Columbus, OH. With 5+ years of leadership experience he has worked in startups, agencies, and began his career as a freelance Front End Developer. Always looking to iterate, this blog is a place for him to share his knowledge as well as hone his craft, challenge assumptions, and build a strong base of leadership and management knowledge. Connect with him on LinkedIn

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