2 train, 72nd street to Clark St, Jan. 1st, 2013,
The last poem of 2013! I saw Joey’s family and changed seats to be next to them. He wrote like a natural. I later found out from Joey’s mother that I had inspired his first poem. Yay! Pass the inspiration please.
Polar bear is ice and
cold, rolling ’round in the
snow.
Caught a seal, in the ice,
Bon-appetit, won’t that
be nice.
This poem is very good. Keep it up. A lot of people want to read good poetry like this. I was 7 when I wrote my first poem. I didn’t have money for a present for my big brother. Now I’m 63 and still make my living writing.
How great to span 55 years in just a couple of sentences. Great of you to write.