The Day I Began

I was young

And naive

And the school day was long

And arduous.

My library instructor 

Loved poetry, thus

All of the small children in her care,

Including me,

Were sat down one morning

And told to write 

A haiku.

Mine was on playing in the green grass

With my sweet kittens, noting

How soft and infinitely lovable

They had been.

It was entered by the librarian

In a contest, and selected

To feature in a poetry

Book's pages.

I will never forget

Recieving this book,

And searching until I found my

Little poem.

It was awe-inspiring,

To me,

A second-grader,

To have my very own work

In a book of some renown.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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