November 1, 2000
Saint John, New Brunswick, CanadaThe below is a poem I wrote in the third grade. I found it recently in an old note book, and copied it as it is written.
Flower of every hue— Red yellow, pink, wite and light blue
beauty so bright in the sunlight
Ah… fair flowers sur-Round you
sweet perfumes filles the air sweet as the breath of the fair spring
pretty flowers sway in A Dainty way all the petAls seen to say. Let’s dance to-day
every flowers a dream come true red rose as firelight. Daisy Gold and sunbright
Violet’s of the deep blue every one a dream come true
Ah-Ah…. Spinning whirLing Dancing Twring
Every Lovely BuD unflurLing
Sprinning swaying playing
Turning round and round
Red Rose as Firelight
daisy gold and bright
HH- come join the team as they Bend and sway
A Dancing rainbow on a sumer
Thinking back to my early years, I don’t remember fear. Most of my time was spent in nature, in peace. Before first grade, I went on long walks alone in the forest and on the beach.
When does a person become a grown-up? I don’t feel grown-up.
Stress makes people old, even while they are still young. When stressed or depressed, the best thing to do is have fun.
Sunny days make me smile, so I go south in the cold, dark winter. I am in the summer of my life. The fall will come too soon, so I take advantage of youth.
Define myself. My acts are an expression of who I am. I like to do impractical things, like climbing rocks and creating mobiles from beach trash.
My life is an experiment. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Everything is part of the human experience.
What image do I cast? It depends on who I hit.
Life is silly and pointless.
