I'm preparing for National Poetry Month. Mom says I'm just copying
this poem by Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet for obvious reasons. Well, a budding poet has to begin by learning from her predecessors, so I'm happy with this poem and hope the ending will come true.
Signed,
Miss Emily Dickins
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Searching for inspiration
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I started Early-Took my Mom—
And visited the Park-
The Doggies in the Playground
Came out to us to bark—
And Children on the Jungle Gym
Extended grubby hands-
Presuming me to want to play
All day upon the Sands-
But no one moved me till my Mom
Tossed out a Liver Treat--
Past my nose-and my leash
Oh, I could smell the Meat--
I made as I would eat it up
As wholly as a worm
Wriggling in a Robin’s beak
And I began to squirm--
And Mom—she started—trying to walk--
While I could only choose
To grab her ankle—then the lace--
Untying her running shoes--
Until I caught the Liver Treat
And swallowed as fast can be--
Mom took a step— but stumbled down-
Scattering treats for ME--
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C'mon, we gotta write this down! |