I am at school, and I am very bored. In fact, I am so bored that I am sitting here paying no attention whatsoever to what I am typing. We have study hall and I dont have any HW with me so I don't know what to do so I am typing random things. Hi, Gracia. I know you have like checked my blog every day since june, which was the last time I posted. Hello Megan, Aaron, Kyle, Thomas, and Lydia, and the other Lydia, and...Maddy and Ruth, And Ruthie, and Yola, and Olivia, and...I'm running out of perple who read my blog...oh yeah, duh, Bethany, and anyone else that I am really sorry I forgot you, don't take it personally, please. So, I have no idea what else to write. I think that I will write a poem. Here it is:
Poem (by britta)
Sometimes I wish words could flow as easily
As water in a creek
Or a breeze some spring morning
I wish that a poem could be as easy as 1-2-3
But then poems would be everywhere.
There would be no telling good poems from bad,
Or bad poems from good.
Poems would no longer have that special zing to them,
the electrifying touch
That sets them apart fom other literature.
Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Robert Frost,
Would be swallowed by time,
forgotten.
Their words once carved in concrete
would melt away from civilization.
And that is why
You may have to try
To write a Poem.
But it's worth it isn't it?
To see poetry go down in History,
Treasured and loved like gold?
I think so.
I hope you do too.
Its not that great and it is really quickly done, but if you like it tell me, and if you don't, that's okay, I just did it to pass the time. But whatever you think, give me honest feedback. If you just can't because you don't want to hurt my feelings, thats okay, I'm not really expecting honest feedback from friends anyway.
Okay, well, I'm done.
ttyl,
~britta
