Thursday's class wasn't as bad as usual because were read an interesting story that was reflective and based on the narrator's past experiences. I connected with this piece because most of my favorite moments came from my childhood and my childhood experiences heavily influence my writing today. After free writing a response to the story read in class, I found myself writing about my own childhood and started putting my thoughts into a poem, which is my favorite form of writing. I haven't written a poem in a while because I had been so busy with classes and my social life and it was nice to just write. My poem, which is still a draft and a work-in-progress, is as follows:
The Grassland
In years past
I spent my youth behind my house
In the flawlessly mowed lawn
With the short grass that pierced my fleshy feet.
A fence separated my backyard from the land behind it.
Grassland that stretched on for days, where
Large weeds twisted into wildflowers
And horses wandered.
I was instructed to stay far from that fence,
Its jagged wooden posts and broken wire
Worried my mother more than it troubled me.
On any given day,
You could find me in my backyard,
Teetering on that fence between two worlds.
It would only take a small shift of my weight
To tumble into the forbidden meadow, dotted with
Dandelions and flattened by the wind.
My little body ached to swim in the tall grass.
No matter how much every inch of me yearned
To plunge into the yellowed plain,
I could never take the leap.
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