I sit on a bench in the cool morning air
Next to a tree called Genovia Pear.
I reach for a pear so high in the tree,
I fall to the ground and hurt my right knee.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Genovia Pear
It is my pleasure at this time and place to debut a brand new poem by my youngest daughter, Willow, age 10. It's called "Genovia Pear."
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4 comments:
Beautiful poem! :-)
I have been out of sorts lately and completely missed your 10-part series on textual criticism. I am kicking myself! I'm half way through teaching a course on this at church and I WISH I would have seen your stuff first.
Great series. And, I will be referencing it and sending my class to look at your posts.
Thanks (as always) for your information and the way you present it. It is always a pleasure to read.
Blessings,
Bob
http://truehorizon.org
Thanks, Bob.
The only way that Willow would let me post her poem was if I promised to share any comments that it produced.
(Sorry to hear you've been out of sorts.)
More Willow please.
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
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