My mother, Joan, was a writer starting at an early age. Though her prose diaries from her teenage years have been published, she also wrote poetry. In the meantime, enjoy this little poem from when she was 10 on Halloween, 1933. She might have been a poor kid in Chicago, but her imagination was rich.
Wander at will!
Witches are meeting
High on the hill!
Out on the green.
Fairies are seen,
Candles are gleaming
Minds are dreaming
Magic is making
Ghosts are awaking
Bound by a spell.
And now for a little treat (or trick?) from 1933: Boop-boopdy-doo!
This is awesome, for a ten-year old, my congrats to you and your Mom, WOW!
Happy Halloween to you all, have a good one. 🙂
More fun less candies, we don’t want to make the dentist rich. 🙂 🙂
Thanks so much! Yes, it is good for a 10-year-old. Her poetry later is even better.
And do avoid candy…hard to do that today of all days! 😉