My Son the Poet

[alltoseek]

Nature
There is a soft wind
Trees gently swaying rocking
Deer walk quietly


--written by my nine-year-old


My sons enjoy nature alright until BEES! Then they run screaming into the house.

Poor bees.

Comments

[esteven]

Oh, that is so lovely. Do encourage him to write more. But...what have the bees doe to your sons?

[alltoseek]

Nothing! It's just unprovoked prejudice.