There once was an adventurer. His name was Jim. He ventured all over the world with his love for petals and poems. He traveled to Madagascar in search of a rare red-and-black flower to press onto a poem he thought of in a dream.
The next day happened to be August 29th. He wrote the first part of his poem in pen and finished it in pencil. Then he pressed the petals in last.
The first line of the poem was, “I am lost in the deep, dark purple sea of my heart.”
by Aaron, 3rd grade
That is a beautiful poem Aaron. It puts my work to shame, and I have been writing poems for over ten years. This week in my university poetry class we are asking to bring a favorite poem to read to the others. I wonder, could I read yours in this class please?