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Typed, with tongue in cheek, on the re-felted Silver-Reed 750

Poetry Sunday

Last weekend I had pulled out the typewriter to work on a letter. My eight-year-old daughter came in and asked if she could "use your typewriter to write some poems." I finished up the letter and set this up in her room, gave her the quick overview of the controls, and let her go. About an hour later, this was the result.



M____'s Book of Poems

The old tree sits on a hill
Near a meadow past a stream
CRACK!
The tree falls down


Bird it flies it chirps
Letting its song
Ring out
In the open air


Horse
Jumping, trotting
Always nice
Living in a stable


Turtles
Slow but steady as a rock
Live in sea or marsh
God's favorite animals





Tiger
Tiger's soft stripes
Blends in
The jungle
Eats meat


Dot
Dot grows to be
A large animal
That can take
You on an adventure


Books
Can take you
On an adventure
Even by reading
A single page


Sun
Brightly shining
Happily glowing
Warming the park
Hot summer day


Soccer
Lights flash
Green grass
Far away
The crowds cheer

Cheering Section

We're doing some remodeling, which required that I put my main NaNo typewriter away for a while, after I'd brought it out and given it a cleaning up. I'd forgotten that my middle child had "helped" with the process, making sure that the keys worked and the ribbon was properly inked. She wrote this up, and then a day later the contractor came, so her work was hurridly tucked away in my box of paper. When I sat down this morning to start NaNoWriMo, I found it again.



It's never a bad thing to kick off with your own personal cheering section.