Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Poetry

And not to be outdone (of course); Prairie Girl left *this* sample of 9 year old spontaneous prose on my desktop... (not an assignment or anything, just for the love of writing, you know how it is :D )

An Artist.
I shall be an Artist one day,
my strokes I shall know so clearly by heart.
My pictures I draw everybody will love,
and they shall say noone could paint better than I.

2 comments:

Dawn said...

Very cute! Does she really want to be an artist? This will be good to hold onto for the day when she isn't sure what life path to take - just show her this and remind her she's already decided!

Prairie Chick said...

No, she was just being smart. She actually wants to be a vet.