My first poem

To be honest, it may not actually be my first poem, certainly not my first attempt at poetry, but it is the first (possibly the only) poem I have written that anyone has ever remembered.  Written in Grade 2 at Warrawee Primary School, this poem earned me a green cardboard medal to hang around my neck on a piece of wool.  I think it is a powerful expression of my lifelong concerns for correct grammar and biological accuracy.


    Birdies, Birdies

  Birdies, birdies
  Don't come in herdies.
  If they would, I wouldn't think they should.
  Birds, birds
  Don't come in herds.

  

  In Sleep

  Sleep.
  Freshness.
  We clean insides of windows
    and
      let
        sunshine
          strike
            uncluttered
              floors.

  Dream.
  Restless.
  Gather fogs in minds and find
    the
      corners
        furthest
          from 
            the
              doors.

Cool night slides back bright skies and sighs
                          - the universe exposed -
                                            we hide.

  Peace.
  Confess.
  Dark to ears and to eyes, silent
    we
      retreat
        to
          caves
            and
              fires.

To Simplicity

I do not want to own more than I need.

I do not want to own more than I.

I do not want to own more than.

I do not want to own more.

I do not want to own.

I do not want to.

I do not want.

I do not.

I do.

I.