"...you're the dad of my days
the light of my life,
how happy I am
that mom is your wife!..."
Something to that effect.... lol.
A lot of what I wrote was poetry until I got older. Then I wrote all kinds of things, the only one missing is a book. I will write my book. It may only be one, but I'll write it. I have so many inspiring people around me!! I wanted to pass that love onto my children, so one of their Christmas gifts was a journal. I explained to them what journals were all about, and what they were meant for. They got so excited, they started scribbling away immediately! I loved it! I don't think it matters so much what you start out writing, it matters that you do it, and love what you are doing. A lot of my passion for writing grew as my knowledge grew. All of us have a need to express ourselves, so encourage those around you to get it down on paper! So please, share with me your first experiences as a writer!
And one of YOUR Christmas gifts was a journal! :-) Here is my first poem, from 2nd grade (an award-winning poem, I might add):
ReplyDeleteSnow is like a white rose in a bride’s hand
With a lacy little white band.
She holds it very carefully so she will not drop it,
Then it drifts out of her hand, into her pocket.
I can’t remember the rest off the top of my head, but it had something to do with blossoms in the spring...like a song the sweet birds sing...anyway, 2nd grade. Good times. ;-)
Here is one more that I wrote sometime in middle school, I think:
There once was a fly on the wall
Who was mighty afraid that he’d fall.
But when he looked down
He saw that the ground
Was not very far down at all!
I thought it was very clever, because duh, a fly doesn’t have to worry about falling because he can FLY! LOL!
I love your poem, by the way! Super cute. ;-)
Ah, the first thing I remember writing was pretty epic. It was a story with a princess and a dragon in it. And the dragon was a flower first, who got grumpy because the princess plucked it and threw it out of the garden. So it turned into a dragon. Naturally.
ReplyDeleteMy second story had a princess too--and a turtle who had a map on the back of his hand. So he could say, "I know this forest like the back of my hand." Har har har.