Middle School

Eighth grade seems like forever ago! I’ve come a long way since 2007, but I must recognize it as the beginning. The creative years that followed can easily be traced back to assignments given in Mrs. Walker’s classroom. My earliest memories of poetry began with her and have lived longer than either of us might have had reason to hope.

Here is one of the first, in a long line of poetic endeavors:

Life

Walking

            Jogging

                        Running

                                    Sprinting

Going through life, things to do nothing to say

Fast or slow makes no difference

Time is always the same

What makes the difference

Is how you spend the time

You have in this meager existence

Called

LIFE