As we pored through boxes for our upcoming yard sale (more on that soon), Karen and I dug up some real treats. One of my favorites was "The Write Stuff: 1987-1988," the literary magazine from my fifth-grade year.
I think it will become apparent in the following poem that I was an exceptionally gifted poet, and some of you might find yourself shocked or even angry at the fact that I didn't pursue this as a career. The experimental rhyme scheme, the nontraditional metaphor...I may have reached my creative peak at age 10.
Undertow
Once there was a little man
Sitting on the beach.
A big wave came along.
He was afraid.
It turned him white like bleach.
It sucked him out into the water
Taken away he was.
He was treading water poorly
When he asked himself
"Is this what a dolphin does?"
He was swimming rather well
When a whale nudged him in the leg.
He looked for something to hold on to
When he saw a keg.
So he laid on top of it.
Finally he came to a shore.
As he got to the beach of ice
He stated "Gah!"
He had started out in South America
And ended up in Canada.
Now, as pleased as I am with the work of child Griner, I have to say I was actually outdone by other kids in my school. Check out this opening line from a fourth-grader's short story:
One day a robot named E.L. Fudge found a crystal that breakdanced.
I'll just let you imagine the rest.
5 comments:
I'm wanting more story on the breakdancing crystal.
lame
Oh yeah? Let's see you say that to my 10-year-old face!
Yes, more info on EL Fudge is needed.
I love the fact that you were able to work in:
1) A Keg (a true beer drinker in the making)
and
2) Gah! (already making trademark Griner noises)
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