When I was in Mrs. Barber's class at Pioneer in third grade, she ordered all of my pupils and I a blank white book for us to put poems in. It took a few months, but eventually my book was filled, and I was so proud of myself. Our reward for writing a poem on every page was free time to color the cover of our book. I drew a tree on mine, with leaves of hearts hanging off of it. It almost looked like a Weeping Willow, but my own personalized version. I called it "Katie's Book of Poems" and gave it to my mom as a present at the end of the school-year.
My favorite poem was one that I had written about my grandparents house, and to this day it's my favorite place to write about. The poem was surprisingly mature for a third-grader, I realized over time, and that's probably why everyone loved it as much as they did.
I lost my poem book when I was evicted from my house on June 26, 2010, along with most of my other things. The book was upstairs on a book case, where my mom put only her favorite books, and since I was mad at my mom for leaving me, and letting our house be taken away from us, so I didn't include anything from her bookshelf in my plastic tub of things I was allowed to keep. Instead I put in a bunch of useless things. A computer, some of my clothes, movies that I liked, and a few video games. I really wish I would have put more thought into what was important, because I'll never get what was left in that house back. It's gone for eternity; probably in a landfill somewhere now.
Personally, I love poetry, and I love writing poems. I write all the time, yet I always throw them away once they're finished because I'd rather get rid of things by choice than have them taken away from me. I think poetry soothes the soul, and that's why music is so appeasing to the senses.
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