The World In A Dream

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This is the second poem I ever wrote. The first was in 4th grade for an english assignment, and was naturally lost. Something about a buttercup. Honest polite critiques are welcomed; please don't be too cruel, i was a kid. :)

The World In A Dream

I was surrounded by beauty

when I was born

in a beautiful garden,

Like the Garden of Eden,

on that glorious morn.

 

As I grew older

Oh, the things I would see.

There were birds chirping,

And flowers blooming,

Always surrounding me.

 

The older I grew

the more places I would look,

to find more interesting things

So that in later years

I might write a book.

 

When I’m eighteen

Oh, the stories I will write;

Telling of the beautiful things I saw

the very moment I woke up,

at the sight of the beautiful

morning light.

©1982 KMDavis-Scheuer (Age 10)

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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