I'm nine years old
and what do you know?
I got these feelings,
how do I show?
At the computer I sit
and out my fingers, poems flow.
One, then two, four, five, ten,
they came as fast as an arrow leaves a bow.
My emotions I can only express in trope,
through poetry I grow
inward and out, upwards and down,
in all directions I plough.
I have strived in this way so that
feelings are no longer in stow
but expressed, reveared and endeared.