The pure born poet

We were in the car, and i remember how my sister would write really good poems, and critisize herself so badly so i quickly wrote this in my journal.....

My sister i think, is a pure born poet

My mom, my dad and my teacher all loves it.

Every thought is written down,

with grear delilcacy in the form of a poem.

How many you would ask,

about twenty six i should say.

And twenty six thousand, 

 awaits their day.

Among them will be,

roses and flowers, bunnies and bee's,

castles, chariots, kings and queens.

Brothers and sisters,

and all of her kin.

After all that, one thing is left,

it's called the 'L' word,

you could'nt forget.

But before the 'L' word comes the crush,

and after that, she'll expreience true love.

But for no she's still young,

and exploring her thoughts,

and does'nt understand, 

her silly big brothers thoughts.

'From the one to the other,'

she would always say,

but has no understanding,

of the modern day's play.

So for now, dear sister,

write doen all you can.

Before true love's curse,

carries out it's plans.

Author's Note

I worte this in about 20 minutes in the car a year ago.

Reviews

[S.J.Floreen]

I liked the imagry of some of the lines.

[Legion]

As bad as it may seem, that may make her a better writer when it occurs. Like this.