So I have been cleaning, organizing and trying to purge unneeded stuff. Well I came across some of my earliest writing. As a child (I mean early grade school) when our teachers would give us a writing topic or told us to write a paragraph describing a picture I would instead write poetry. Yes I know most 6-8 year olds do not usually turn to poetry for description but I guess I was never much of a normal child lol. So I thought I would share some. (Forgive the titles remember I was really young and some were based off a picture I was supposed to describe)
This first one was a writing prompt our teacher asked for while we sat outside. I believe I was 7 or 8ish.
Colors and Sounds of Nature
The baby blue of the sky,
Marshmallow clouds float on by.
Plum purple sunsets,
And the blood red of the sun in the morning.
The violin of crickets and grasshoppers,
Gently play a calming tune.
The wind sounds through the bushes and trees,
Adding its own harmonious vibe to the song of the wild.
Lush green growing dark from light,
Pink and white apple buds.
An acre long bouquet of colors,
Passion pink, royal purple, and vibrant blue.
The whistles of those good morning bird songs,
Always there in the summer to keep you company.
Some scream and others whistle,
But always to say hello.
These are the sounds,
These are the colors,
These are nature.
I love to write. In my spare time I nerd out on manga and anime. I read...a lot. When I am pried away from that I like photography (by that I mean a digital camera that I use to document my family's life obsessively). I also like nature. I am told I am like a puppy because if I do not get my daily walk outside I am unbearable to be around.