My sister unearthed some of my "early works." Here's a poem I wrote when I
was nine:
One day i took a walk in the
forest,
It was very dark and lonely,
And when i made the slightest
noise all
But when i was very still and
quiet
they gathered all around me.
Here's a list of things I didn't
like to eat when I was 7: clam, oliv, liver, clam, lopster, mushroom, onyen.
I've learned to like lobster.
And, I still love this delightful little three-penny poem (one of my
writer's workshop exercises) from Connor, age 7:
I was reading a book while I was
hiding
and I was happy.
That pretty much sums it
all up for me!
