Julie absolutely hates to write about anything we direct her to write but loves writing poetry "just for fun," and regularly shares her poems with me. The speed and ease with which she can whip out a poem in less than 10 minutes is amazing. Here's the one she showed me this week (and gave permission for me to "share with some friends of mine.").
The Peacock's Tale
As quiet as the river flows
Upon a branch a peacock rose
She cried out softly to the moon
I live in fear for I'm to die soon
All of my hardships I must tell
For I am never to get well
She told of promises that she broke
She told of children that never woke
She cried about the relationship that failed
She yelled about the war between her and the quail
She told about everything in the life she led
In the morning by the river she was found dead
Yet if you go down to where the river flows
You might hear the soft coo of the peacock
as she tells of her story the night she rose.
Twelve years old...
Were you this deep at age 12?