It’s poetry month which means try to be a poet.
Does it mean Poe try! I’m good but not like Edgar Allen Poe. Has anyone ever read his life history? He lost his parents, his wife and his jobs. He barely made it writing and then died.
I wonder who will remember us from our writing. The great thing is we are sharing our gifts with the world. We will never be forgotten for we made an etch in this world with our words.
I share with you one of my first poems written in 2nd grade. The year was 1976.
I like my car for it takes me very far. I hop in it and go after pumping gas from either Getty or Texaco.
Yup that was a long time ago. I am grateful to my teacher Miss Pepe for giving me the assignment of writing a poem. What was your first poem? How old were you? Thank you again for reading my blog.
Guady G Hugs from Brooklyn