This afternoon I pulled out a seldom used book and a folded piece of paper slipped out onto the floor. It turned out to be a poem I wrote when I was probably around ten-years-old. It’s not half bad so I thought I’d share it.
Where a lone bird flies
and a wind blows lightly
I find my way
Where the sand sparkles
as much as the stars themselves
I make a wish
What a sight atop a mountain peak
I see my home
As tempting as it was, I didn’t edit anything. This is it how it appears in my scribbly handwriting. It’s funny that I should find this now as I’ve just recently started writing poetry again. I guess it’s always been part of me. 🙂
c.b. 2011
C.B. Wentworth 
I find this poem beautiful. I am in awe that you could already write poetry when you were so young. Congratulations. It must have been a lot of fun finding it 🙂
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Thanks for reading! 🙂 It was fun to find this and it makes me want to hunt down my old journals. There are at least two that I know I filled right around the same time I wrote this one. It’s been years since I thought of them and now I’m curious to see what’s hiding in them. As always, I’m amazed at how inspiration comes about in such strange ways.
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A folded piece of paper in a book, what a wonderful surprise! I like your poem. LR
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Thanks! I wonder what else is hiding in that book? 🙂
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I’ haven’t had an experience like that, but I did stop at an antique store a while ago and picked up some really old late 1800’s books because I thought they would look groovy on my bookshelf (and the smelled great too). Once I started thumbing (carefully) through them, I found some leaves pressed inside. Now I’m not going to go all “Braveheart” on you and think that they are 100 plus years old, but finding them gave me inspiration as to why they were collected and stuck in the book at this spot. But I like to think that they really are that old !!
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I’m guilty of doing the same thing at antique stores! I’m a sucker for ephemera and inscriptions in used books. Your leaves could be the start of a really great story. 🙂
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We just have to stop a moment to see how the world and our lives are constantly moving and creating serendipitous moments.
Love the poem.
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This took me totally by surprise. I was looking up how to spell a word and boom this little magical moment came out of nowhere. It did make me stop and think, which was nice after a rather rough day. I can almost remember where I was when I wrote it – I’m pretty sure it was on the pier of a lake in Wisconsin. 🙂
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what a beautiful poem!
i have always thought that our child selves know exactly what we should be doing in our lives. then life gets in the way, and we sometimes lose sight of it. but if we can make our adult selves stop and listen, we’ll soon find our way back.
so glad you found your way back to poetry because as i’ve mentioned before, i love yours! 😀
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Aw, thanks! 🙂
I believe the same thing -we are so much more open and free and children. It’s sad that we lose so many of those instincts. Perhaps, that’s why I still let myself play. 🙂
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Surprises are nice, wonderful surprises like this are amazing! Glad you were reunited. 🙂
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I may have to start singing (run and hide) “Reunited and it feels so good . . .” Ha ha! This little treasure really reminded me that I’ve been a writer all my life. 🙂
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It’s not surprising that your unique perception started at such a young age. You know how much I love your prose, now I get to look forward to poetry too!
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I have a long way to go . . . both you and my mom are so wonderful with rhythm and rhyme. 🙂
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