The World In A Dream

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This is the second poem I ever wrote. The first was in 4th grade for an english assignment, and was naturally lost. Something about a buttercup. Honest polite critiques are welcomed; please don't be too cruel, i was a kid. :)

The World In A Dream

I was surrounded by beauty

when I was born

in a beautiful garden,

Like the Garden of Eden,

on that glorious morn.

 

As I grew older

Oh, the things I would see.

There were birds chirping,

And flowers blooming,

Always surrounding me.

 

The older I grew

the more places I would look,

to find more interesting things

So that in later years

I might write a book.

 

When I’m eighteen

Oh, the stories I will write;

Telling of the beautiful things I saw

the very moment I woke up,

at the sight of the beautiful

morning light.

©1982 KMDavis-Scheuer (Age 10)

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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