Saturday, April 08, 2006

Excerpts from a Life

Here is an early poem I wrote. I was around 13 years old and joking around.

Morning

The sun began to rise, as I peered through my door.
I see the same scene, day after day, it's beginning to be a bore.

The dew is beginning to fall, I feel it beneath my feet.
I wish I could wake up one morning, with something new to meet.

The birds begin to sing, as the animals begin to play.
The same repeated mornings, just like yesterday.

The rooster in the backyard, cried out his waking call.
People say it is lovely, to me it's a noisy brawl.

The paperboy is coming, I can hear his noisy bike.
If God created mornings, how come they're all alike.

The sky is many colors, like a rainbow flying high.
These mornings are getting worse, as they pass me by.

Soon this morning will be over, as it was the day before
Start again tomorrow, as I look through my door...



6 comments:

Barbara said...

It was deja vu all over again.

TNChick said...

Very nice - How very cool you have that from when you were only 13!

jane said...

that's excellent. i couldn't even write something like that at my age. that is wonderful that you've saved it.

Viamarie said...

I'm interested to join FFMB. Will be playing the harp.

Have a great weekend!

Carol said...

Barbara,
Yeah, I even wrote this before Groundhog Day.

Thank you, TNChick and Jane.
Yeah, I'm glad that I carried this around with me all these years.

Viamarie,
Glad to have you. I added you to the FFMB roster.

Artpuppy872 said...

Great poem! I doubt I will ever be able to write a poem like that.
Keep on writing!

Sincerely, Artpuppy94