Silence in the wood

A silence the wind can blow

With me there is peace

This, like the other poem I just posted, was written when I was twelve.




Soaring above the treetops,

The very image of grace.

Suddenly, sharply, diving, diving,

Legs reaching, feathers flipping,

Talons spread, closing over prey.

This is poem that I wrote when I was twelve years old. I included it in a writing assignment called the “Me Book” written when I was 16. I recently pulled it out to show to my kids and thought it would be fun to post it.


Photo By Steve Jurvetson (Flickr) [CC-BY-2.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons