Family lore has it that my maternal grandfather wrote poetry to my maternal grandmother when they were just eleven years old.
Alex still thinks girls are yucky, but he has written a few poems about other topics, and I thought I'd share two of them.
The first is one he wrote at some point last fall. I think this was probably up on the wall in his class (along with poetry offerings by his classmates) for a while – we didn't see it until somewhere around Christmas break. It's hanging on the wall in our dining room.
What is Fall?
Fall is walking to school on a cold day,
Fall is when the leaves change to red, orange and yellow,
Fall is going apple picking on a pretty day,
Fall is squirrels getting ready for the winter.
And this second one…well, if you've been reading here for any length of time, you know what Alex's first culinary true love is, so the fact that he penned (or pencilled) these lines should come as no surprise….
What is Sushi?
Sushi is a Japanese food,
Sushi is a yummy food,
Sushi is some raw fish with sticky rice below it,
Sushi is sometimes spicy,
I love sushi!
What more is there to say?