Freedom Child Primary School Class Writing Poem by Terence George Craddock

my daughter Kayla summer drifted
upon warm heated sunbeams far away
from poetic thoughts 'Dying Winter Tree'
just wants to play on a tablet and draw...
a little now she had a few other poems
in that closed spent used nine year old
aged schoolbook which for her I put away
which she can word process when she is 13...

or ready if she wants or if she poems cares?
yes I agree with you free first poem came
from nowhere and at the time I could not...
even spell one of the simple words in that
poem I was strapped three times in a row
asking a friend how to spell it and the last...

time he had already written it on a piece
of paper when I had been sent back to my
chair to finish an age early primary class
assignment thus 'The Beach' was escape...
born between boy stinging straps girls tears
as a child stood before male teacher rigid
recieved class silent speechless unfair fate
words gift young do not easy free come...


Copyright © Terence George Craddock