untitled poem
July 12th, 2008Cows low wall (while?) the snow mows the low
Surrounding of dry grass.
I was standing there on a cold winter night.
An owl hooted, then I got scared and fell
Into the grand swimming pool of wonderful dreams.
(beginning of my dream)
In the night, an owl hooted for the morning.
It came, and I, me, as a boy, met a big eagle
that, to my surprise, picked me up, and I, me, for the first time,
Ate an eagle meal, in the eagle’s nest. I felt my
baseball cap fly away. Ahahahahahahahahahah
Ahahahahah! I yelled. And I said, My baseball
cap flew right onto the head of an
Ostrich. Funny! But there are things that
are more worth it to think about. Like the
fact that I woke up from my dream.
(written early this June, age 7.10. Published here with permission…)