I’m posting the (unaltered) poem of an eleven year old daughter of a friend (with her permission). Her mother had home educated all her children until illness prevented her from doing so a year ago.
They went to school with some trepidation. The school kept asking my friend to look at the Class Charts, and she was frightened that this child was failing. When she finally looked she found that this daughter was excelling in all subjects including English, that the child had previously said she hated. The space for creativity was all she needed!
The Cave in my mind
Arriving at the cross roads, Where the fields meet
the beach. You are standing under a beautiful
bright full moon.
The Sweet smell of beach grown lavender,
swirling on the whistling wind, Guiding you to the
mouth of the cave.
Behind you, you Hear the waves gently washing
away your footprints in the wet sand. The crickets
in the grass sing their lonely song.
A thousand or more Bats asleep over head.
Tunnels echo as Dark as the night sky. The damp
carpet of moss that covers the wallls absorbs all
The silence surrounds you, the Rock floor
shimmering in the moon light. The crunch of
hollow sea shells under foot no longer heard.
Firefly’s swiftly gathering beside you gently
buzzing in your ear, lighting the way back home.
See if the Cave in your mind will come up with a short description or poem!