I was looking through a drawer when I found a poem from a year or so ago. I wrote it about these birds called black skimmers. These birds fly low over the waves, beaks open, breaking the surface of the water to catch small fish. They are black and white, and look a bit like puffins. Here it is:
Though I am no pelican, I am a skimmer
My beak makes the spray, I am part of the glimmer
The life of a sailor is the life for me
My wings in the sky,
My heart in the sea.
There it is. Please say what you think.
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That was beautiful. I like to write poems but I only like to write Haiku’s. I think it’s really hard to write that type of poem. Tell me which one you think is harder to write
That was amazing. You were always a good writer Megan. I remember in 6th grade the first day of L.A you showed me a story you wrote. From then on you were known to me as a creative story writer.