Magical

Years ago, when Kloefkorn came to one of my poetry classes, he mentioned something about the fact that children, properly motivated, can sometimes write more profound, more honest poetry than adults. I came across a poem by a 5 or a 6 year old girl at work today, and was reminded of what he'd said. Below is the girl's poem, in full:



Magical



As the cool wind blows,

the flowers wake up

and pop their heads open.



I say "magical",

while the sun rises.