a poet at ten
i never remembered jokes, & was not good at telling stories; i turned ten, and became a poet as a shy nature girl nothing was more my friend than the trust found forming words....and then sentences; before i became twelve, i wore the beret tilted to the left i became a poet before i did know it i lived for words, and birds, and all that glittered in the sun i said i was going for a hike but it was more a need to get lost- and find the words that would identify my self with more than just being: a daughter, a sister, a friend i wanted to write about my blessed freedom of gravity, & my innate ability to fly OVER swan lake no mistake--the shy girl kept writing--and would talk a little later-- when it came to be natural for me-...not on command, or on demand...my silence was my power--the quiet flower always had something to say but just was particular as to who i spun my gold dusty words with it's fun to see relatives/friends who hav...
