The Boy That Could Write Poetry
My 11-year-old nephew wrote the poem below. Read and be amazed and then search within yourself for such depth. I dare you. by Joshua Hollander Glistening in the sunshine, Half hidden in the trees, Toressent’s Pond’s murky, moldy green waters … Read More
by Joshua Hollander
Glistening in the sunshine, Half hidden in the trees, Toressent’s Pond’s murky, moldy green waters Still gleamed miraculously and beautifully on that distinguishing never-ending day The emerald liquid revealed her reflection She was so somnolent-looking, With the light satchel consistently drooping to her waist. Her name was Urea An ethereal name, as ethereal as the woman that was emerging from the water. For the past seven years she had been trying to get out To see the glorious world around her And that day just happened to be today.