Wednesday, June 06, 2007

My Betsy, my poet

Betsy came in from playing outside last night, and sat down at the coffee table. She began writing, quickly, quickly. This is what came out:

The Road
(by Betsy, almost 11)

As I sit
amongst the clover
I stare across
the broad, vast arch
to the future.

I rise
with a stone in my hand.
I throw it across
and listen to it clatter.

Then I turn and run
from the broad, vast arch
to the future.

(also included in the Poetry Friday round-up at The Simple and the Ordinary.)


Christine M said...

This poem is fantastic! Love it!

Theresa said...

Wow! Deep thoughts for a summer day!
Awesome poem!

Atticus said...

Clearly, she's another Wallace Stevens. A perfectly unbiased response, too.

Beate said...

Hi Karen - do tell your dd I emjoyed her poem and am sharing with my dd who is also almost 11 :-) "Only 10 more days....." I'm sure to hear today ;-)

scmom said...

She certainly has a broad, vast arch of a future! Good job.

Monica - books are our friends said...

good job, betsy!