My seven year old wrote this poem and I had to share. I started writing poetry when I was her age, too. Reading this made me super-happy, especially her reaction at the end. 😉


I saw pumpkins stacked in a pile
listening to spooky songs.
I stepped in gooey mud puddles
as I walked along.
I stomped through the spooky woods,
I got scared and ran away
and that was the end of me!
The orange leaves were blowing in the wind.
I tripped over a log,
I looked up,
The vicious mummy was standing right there.
The one I heard earlier, you know.
Oh I karate chopped him
and skipped all the way home
Aaaaaaah, that felt good.

                                           ~ Tanner H.