She likes to sit on the park bench
The blue wooden one, right below the willow
Where gentle gusts of wind slightly brush
The low hanging branches against
Her ash-blond straight combed hair
Touches of her muse she calls it
Open notebook on her knees
Chewed up pencil between her lips
Writing her poems in solitude
“What are you doing?”
A small timid voice
Big innocent eyes full of
Wonder and trust
She looks at the little girl
“I am writing a poem.”
“What’s a poem?”
“It’s voices you hear in your head
You write down on paper
Using beautiful words”
“I hear voices in my head too
Do you think when I am older
I can write them down like you?”
“Yes, you can, and they will be beautiful
As beautiful as you are”
A big open smile, the kind that
Will stay with you the whole day
She begins to write a poem
A poem about a little girl
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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A fine write Fred.
Thank you so much Orchi! I just love little kids like my grand-kids. There is so much innocence and wonder. Why can't we stay like that?
This felt warm and light and like the when the good voices visit my head...
Thanks so much Sylvia,
My grand-kids are teaching me what is really important! And they all have 'voices in their head'!
Let the voices forever be heard!
Such a refreshing read Fred and a tale well told with reminders that handled with care many more minds can be encouraged to write what the voices say and use beautiful words... super first read of my day.
Thanks so much Fay! You elevated voices in the head and using beautiful words to an art-form.
Excellent, excellent, excellent. May I grab it as a fave' ?
Kind regards, Alan
Thank you Alan, I am honored that you would consider grabbing this little poem as a fave.
Wonderful when little ones begin to be self motivatedly creative..... what does the future hold. Love my granddaughters.
Thanks da, I have six grand-kids, five boys and one girl. Guess who gets spoiled the most!
Liked this one. Reminded me of my grandaughter, who likes to write. Kids are our greatest blessing. - Phil A.
Thanks Phil, and they are also our greatest inspiration.
What a wonderful write Fred. Young children can be so wonderfully refreshing in our lives.
Thank you Goldie, and they are so refreshingly honest. No deceit yet.
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