An egg becomes a chick,
a chick becomes a hen.
When boys get big,
they're called men.
A seed becomes a seedling,
and then becomes a tree,
and when I am all grown up,
I hope I'll still be me.
Author notes
This was my first poem ever..the assignment was "What do you want to be when you grow up?"..i had to read it in front of the whoole school for my kindergarten graduation ceremony..i almost passed out.
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Wow! Good job 5 year old you!
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ahh! awesome!..how do you make the little headbanging dude?!..ahahaa!..five year old me..relevant even now..though some days i act more like i'm six.
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Was this really back in Kindergarten...or a little creative Charli-ism?
When I was in kindergarten I could maybe spell my name and cat....with a "K" lol
Well, the prophecy came true...you are indeed you...I don't believe you've sold out! -
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dude i protest!..this truly is/was my kindergarten graduation poem..i have the photo to prove it..little charli moon face..sooo not smiling at the camera in her cap and gown with my lovely little ditty captured beneath..everyone else wanted to be nurses or firemen or veterinarians..i hope their dreams also came true..;P
don't make me bust out the tales of infant prodigies..
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lol very good
from a child
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This is adorable. Who else could you be?
For some reason it reminds me how parents and family assign resemblances of their children to other people...she has my eyes, so and so's nose, etc when in essence the child looks like themselves. Similar premise I think. You were a wise youngin.
First poem I remember writing is when I was around nine or ten. It was about a Blue Jay. I still have it somewhere. I'm still quite in tune with birds. I like the world of wings.
More clappies for you
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Yes, you are in tune with birds, booby hatches, loons...
I know, I have a bird brain.
Pix's poem about a bluejay: (2009 version)
I wuv the buejae
he bigs the burds
I wuve the buejay
I am de nerds.
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heeheee!..did you write this yem..or was it really pix?..either way, its bloody cute and i'm going to laugh my face off next time i see a bluejay..which will likely be tomorrow at the shack.. i wuv the buejay..i am de nerds..hahahaaa!
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Who else but me would write such a thing? lol
No way I dare comment on that photo.
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hehe..they thought i might be a doctor or an archaeologist or something..showed them! muahaha!...
mm..yes..the winged world...someone told me something odd about them once..i'll write it..perhaps you already know..?
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Parents tend to have their own set of dreams for their children not always realizing right away the child has dreams of their own. Speaking as one, I don't think I'd mind being "showed" as long as what they end up doing truly makes them happy.
Share the odd winged story...write it up.
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Charli-J, it appears from what
you have recorded here
that your hope rings true,
for you are truly "you."
And believe Yem, for he is always right!
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Was it your first? How cute. And it makes sense. I've no idea the first thing I wrote but I know my mom sill has an old newspaper I created...pretty sad looking but the odd thing is, I read it about a year ago and it reminded me of something I'd forgotten.
Anyway, you were a logical youth...unless you wrote it just last month...which, well, I am now embarrassed.
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hehe..I was five when I wrote that one..fer real I was advanced for my age, i guess..my mother introduced me to reading and writing at an exceptionally young age..I spoke full sentences and knew my alphabet fluently at nine months...I read a lot...I'm not sure I was a logical youth..I had some serious social phobias and was rather..withdrawn. I daydreamed a lot. Still do..
I am glad you enjoyed it It is my favorite.
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Nine months? Wow...I'll let you know when I start speaking in full sentences.
I was also very withdrawn as a kid, terribly shy. It never did really wear off, I just learned to adjust and seem normal, lol.
Poets daydream, I could have guessed that about you.
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What had you forgotten?..if i may ask.
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Oh, lol, some really prosaic stuff like a bat that got into the house one night and a mudslide in a neighboring town that destroyed a gas station. I was like nine, I doubt I wrote much about anything dealing with wisdom then...or now for that matter. lol.
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