Back to my "golden age," I guess it was, I find some verse written by two nine-year-olds in Jean's school at that time. Kate and Frannie must have been in the 4th grade. I compiled a few of them into an experiment, a very thin book of verse devoted to "poets" of the future, the present, and the past. Here are some excerpts.
My Body (by Kate Morris)
I see with my eyes
And I smell with my nose.
I stretch out my arms
And wiggle my toes.
I bend on my knees
And stamp on my feet,
And wiggle my bottom
Right off of my seat.
Lost (by Frannie Goldberg)
The bookmark is lost,
The paints are lost,
The pencils are lost,
And your purse is lost.
The phone book is lost,
And I'm lost, too!
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