for no one's treated me fair today.
I fear I'll have to live under a tree
and watch the branches sway.
I fear I'll have to fight a giant
(I'll have to fight him anyway).
I fear that then I'll go back home
and that is where I'll stay.
*My first poem. Unedited. Written at age 7.*
1 comment:
That's sweet. I've got a few boxes of these types of treasures in my attic from the girls. Tucked away where all the other memories are. And that's where they'll stay until the time is right.
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