I just recycled about 25+ pounds worth of stuff I wrote, made or whatever between age 2 and 13. I’ve kept a stack, maybe about 1/2 of a storage box worth. The boxes I went through also had my baby book, wacky stuff.
Anyway, found a few poems I wanted to share.
((written grade 3))
On Halloween Night
A witch swept a cloud
Into Mr. Moon’s eye
Blink went the moon
Black went the sky
Then down on a post
A pumpkin head bright
on Halloween night.
((written grade 3 or 4 based on handwriting style))
Loud, hissing thunder
Then the rain came beating down
A rainbow rejoyce
Down in the rain cloud
A mournful storm is groaning
With beutiful lights
So yeah, ok, so my spelling wasn’t perfect, still isn’t 🙂
I wasn’t a bad little baby poet.
Hell, I think that stuff is a lot better than some of the goth shit I wrote in high school.
I’m actually really inspired by some of the paintings I did when I was under the age of 6, I want to pull on some of their wild impressionism (before my formal art classes really went into figurative gear) for the piece I’m working on.