For World Poetry Day, I share a news clipping that provided my first published writing. True… age 10, with several of my classmates… David Kehas, Sandra Robinson, Bonnie Mace, and Robert Lamy (not Lang, as in the paper).
Beneath a Tree
I like to sit beneath a tree
So I can tell you what I see.
First I see, running by,
A little mouse chasing a fly.
Then came a big fat, rollie dog,
Carrying some ham – that fat dog.
Oh, here comes a pretty bird winging,
And listen to others gaily singing.
Listen to the bees
Buzzing in the trees.
It’s nice out here beneath a tree,
So, please, won’t you come and join me?
It surely must have been a slow news day to publish such writing. I broke all the rules. (Hmmm… not much has changed.) Now I write books… Aren’t you glad I now skip the rhyming!?!
