When I was only five years old,
I loved to read and write,
Stories of fairies and dragons,
And dolls come alive in the night,
When I was in the first grade,
I wrote fantasies galore,
And my mother was so proud of me,
They found home on our fridge door,
When I was in the seventh grade,
The books were all assigned,
And my mother never read my stories,
Because she didn't have the time,
Then when I had reached grade ten,
My teacher pulled me to the side,
Told me to stop writing fiction,
And handed me an essay guide,
I didn't bring my essays home,
And I never showed my mum,
I stopped writing all together,
Because I didn't find it fun,
Now school's supposed to teach you,
But it only taught me I was wrong,
And I sure would like to write again,
But my imagination's gone.
- e.h
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Poems
Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
