Visit The Simple and the Ordinary for the Poetry Friday Round-up today.
Gotta love the new "Mr. Linky" way of doing things.
I linked to this poem by Betsy, who has announced, "Mommy, I decided to be a poet when I grow up."
And, she has also already experienced the anguish of being a writer:
"Oh, Mom! This latest poem I tried to write ... it came out sounding like one of Ramona's little books:
The lion this,
the lion that,
blah, blah, blah ... it doesn't sound like a poem at a-a-a-all!" she wailed.
Welcome to the writing world, my sweet, where the words don't always flow ... but keep writing anyway. They'll come, they'll come. In their own good time, they'll come.