A Poem I wrote When I Was a Teen

The Poem That I Wrote many years ago in my Youth

ancy finding something so small from the past. I have told people that I used to write poetry in my teens. I lost that knack of poetry writing throughout my life and thought that I would never see a glimpse of it again. During the last few weeks I have been engrossed in making scans of some pictures of my younger days and reminiscing. I was surprised at what I had found. Pressed between the pages of long ago did I find this morsel. It isn't all that great and seems so small compared to what others have written, but I wanted to share it with everyone. I even was very artistic with drawing then too, or so it seems by the photo of the poem above. It makes me smile when I see what kind of paper it was written on. I must have written it hile I was in the Elementary school classroom in my Senior Year. I did spend half of the day there as a Teacher's Assistant. It was when I was exploring the vastness of opportunities of the careers that I would choose. I must have been daydreaming. It kind of gives me those warm fuzzies. So without further thought here is my little poem. I left it the way I wrote it the first time, spelling errors and all.

 Spring Cleaning

Make the skys clean,

O winds of March!

With brooms of Maple

an Oak and a Larch,

With trees of brooms

That sweep and swish

With clouds for sponges

That sqeeze and wash.

Make the skies clean

For surely it's wrong

That the gray webs of winter

Should hang there so long
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