Poetry At Its Finest-ish...
I was going through some boxes of...stuff. Among other crazy/random/nostalgia-inducing "treasures", I came upon a piece of writing I did in grade 2. I don't actually remember writing it, but I know it's mine 'cuz it says so on top. It says "by Sarah Wms" in fancy swirly writing. *cough* I should take this opportunity to mention that I used to abbreviate my last name. Evidently, I had better things to do with my neurotic 7-year-old self than to take the time to write the extra 5 letters of Williams. Clearly one of those things was not writing fine poetry...
I can only think that perhaps the reason for the...shift towards the end of the "poem" has to do with my propensity/compulsion to "go that extra (friggin'!) mile" on schoolwork/everything...*ahem*. Aaaaanyway, it seems that I started out writing in rhyming couplets (even though the instructions could very well have been along the lines of "write a sentence about your favourite colour") and a) got super-stressed out about it or b) was not finished by the end of the class...the probable result of which was that someone (perhaps Miss Blades!) reminded me that it was okay if the poem a) did not rhyme or b) kind of sucked.
I must also mention that I have never even really liked the colour green...
WHAT IS GREEN?
By Sarah Wms
Green is a strawberry that's not yet ripe.
Green is a sweater with a big green stripe.
Green is an apple that my Daddy likes.
Green is a dinosaur with lots of spikes.
Green is a book that I took to take a look.
Green is eyes, but only sometimes...
Green is porridge when we dye it green.
Green is an alligator swimming in the lake.
Green is grass that my Daddy mows.
Green is the floor when you smush a crayon.
Be kind to each other.
Over and out.
I can only think that perhaps the reason for the...shift towards the end of the "poem" has to do with my propensity/compulsion to "go that extra (friggin'!) mile" on schoolwork/everything...*ahem*. Aaaaanyway, it seems that I started out writing in rhyming couplets (even though the instructions could very well have been along the lines of "write a sentence about your favourite colour") and a) got super-stressed out about it or b) was not finished by the end of the class...the probable result of which was that someone (perhaps Miss Blades!) reminded me that it was okay if the poem a) did not rhyme or b) kind of sucked.
I must also mention that I have never even really liked the colour green...
WHAT IS GREEN?
By Sarah Wms
Green is a strawberry that's not yet ripe.
Green is a sweater with a big green stripe.
Green is an apple that my Daddy likes.
Green is a dinosaur with lots of spikes.
Green is a book that I took to take a look.
Green is eyes, but only sometimes...
Green is porridge when we dye it green.
Green is an alligator swimming in the lake.
Green is grass that my Daddy mows.
Green is the floor when you smush a crayon.
Be kind to each other.
Over and out.