A Trio of Poems Options

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These 3 poems were done as a grade 10 English Lit Creative Writing project.
 
The project was called "bridging the gap" it had to be a set of 3 poems or a single short story that included 2 different generations.  We had the option of doing both if we wanted extra credit - I had both done within 2 days and we had 2 weeks to work on it.  It's funny I don't have the story any more - but it was about when my little brother thre my good tea set out the window when I was 5 or 6 years old.

The third poem very loosely fit the criteria because I mentioned parents right at the end - but the teacher gave it to me anyway - a 175% on that project is probably what brought my grade up to passing that year - I lost 25% because of punctuation and grammer in my story


The Tractor Ride

The wheat was tall and golden,
The wind was sweet and cool,
My Grandfather was old and energetic,
The tractor seat was big and round,
My Granfather's touch was soft and warm,
And I was young and excited.
The tractor started with a spit and a sputter,
It moved smoothly and slowly,
It was a long and relaxing ride.
When it stopped,
I was fast asleep,
In my Grandfather's arms.


The Unknown Sight"

The long sleek figure,
Glides through the air.
Children watch with excitement,
Adults look and see nothing there,
What they saw,
I have never known.
For when they saw it,
I had already grown.


The Sand Box

The sand box was my heart's delight.
It was just an old black tire,
that was overflowing with sand.
In my sandbox I became God.
I built the world in a day,
And watched it crumble in the rain.
I would build a castle
And be princess for a day.
I would play for hours on end,
And the only time I would climb
Out of my imaginary world,
Would be when my parents
Called me in for lunch.

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hello Crys and a warm WELCOME TO MM!

Glad to see you joining us. There's plenty to do here if you choose to look around in some of our other categories over time. Feel free to ask if you have any questions.  :girl:

When I was a sophomore, I was 15 (Nina). I loved my lit classes but focused on stories back then and really didn't appreciate poetry until my college years (and even moreso now since joining the former PK back in late 2002). This was a great challenge I think for your class. Perhaps, if you wouldn't mind, I could offer a similar challenge here on MM?

Your first poem hits it with remembrances of your grandfather in a farm setting. Your narration style also fits in with your age at that time (5 or 6).

Your second speaks to maturity, growing from chilhood but still maintaining the favorite part of us - imagination. Too bad some adults can't fathom it! They don't know what they're missing!

Your closing poem further defines you and where your imagination can take you, as Nina points out, 'without expensive toys'.

Well done Crys and welcome again.
~Cleo  :pharoah: