My mom faxed me some poetry that I wrote when I was little boy – 10 or younger maybe? I’ve reproduced it here for your pleasure, with teacher comments in red below each poem.
The marsh is blowing in the breeze
And I feel so much at ease.
As I sit on the dock,
And take off my socks,
And rest without looking at any clocks,
I have learned to relax
By watching the grass
What a great life this is at last!
This poem says so much. You’re lucky you have found a beautiful piece of this earth where you feel peace.
Near the shore lived a man
He’d lay on the sand to get a tan.
The water would rise; the water would fall.
The man would stay there until nightfall.
He entered his house at night
Until the morning when the fish would bite.
The sun would rise in the east,
He would get on his knees and pray for a feast —
He’d bait his hook to get something to cook.
He’d fill his boat with all he could eat,
And leave the rest for some else to eat.
Good rhyming pattern
The frog jumps
on all four feet.
It sits down
Overlooking the pond
On small webbed feet
It then jumps away
What a great picture
A new life.
Very nice. The picture adds an interesting dimension.
A boy who has a toy
Feels great indeed!
His new racing car
Has great speed.
He’d race them down the track;
And beat them before they got back.
A boy with a toy has great joy!