I started writing poetry when I was 33. Something like that. My daughter, Rebekah, is getting quite proficient at only 13. I love that. Here’s a poem she wrote for her 8th grade English class.
SHADES OF ORANGE
Orange is crunchy carrot sticks,
The fingers in your lunch box.
It is the temptation to nibble
The tip of a candy corn.
Orange is the gooey cheese in
A grilled sandwich,
The citrus scent of pulpy peels.
Orange is Cinderella’s coach at
A moment past midnight.
It is nail polish and lipstick
Orange is a chubby pumpkin,
Squatting by wart-covered squash.
Orange is icy sherbet,
Shivering down your throat.
Orange is a ballet of falling leaves,
And the pile of worn-out dancers.