My Poemby Georgia
When I was a childI was quite wild.I banged my head on a piece of metal.Years later I got stinging nettle.I won a huge award.Our dog had surgery that we could hardly afford.
That is so sweet. And to the point too :-).
Comment by Anonymous — June 4, 2008 @ 8:49 am
I like how she weaves personal experience into her work. A writer in the making …
Comment by Shawn — June 4, 2008 @ 11:30 am
That’s great! 🙂
Comment by Shelli — June 4, 2008 @ 11:33 am
Some of the best stuff I’ve read all week.
Comment by Kristin H. — June 4, 2008 @ 1:28 pm
How perfect! This brightened my morning. Thanks so much for sharing it.
Comment by nikole — June 4, 2008 @ 1:59 pm
Mmmmm nettles tea.
Comment by denise — June 4, 2008 @ 2:48 pm
She inherited your way with words. A genius.
Comment by Mika — June 4, 2008 @ 3:48 pm
stinging nettles suck. i experienced them for the first time in montana last summer.
Comment by Stella — June 4, 2008 @ 4:55 pm
Rhythm and honesty…the makings of a great writer. 🙂
Comment by Shannon — June 4, 2008 @ 6:42 pm
Sweet and thoughtful.
Comment by marta — June 4, 2008 @ 8:43 pm
How wonderful to learn the art of writing at such a young age! Now she has her whole life to practice it and hopefully one day we will all become as good and as honest as the writing of a child!
Comment by Catherine — June 4, 2008 @ 9:38 pm
delightful. such a way with words. where ever did she get that???
Comment by Holly Lash — June 4, 2008 @ 11:12 pm
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