I remember a more simple time:
A time where writing was done in composition books
and it was okay to make mistakes.
I remember a time where writing was just for the fun of it
and you didn’t have to be any good.
I remember a time where homophones were plastered around the classroom
and I still mixed up Cole and coal.
I remember a time where words were simple
and where words were beautiful simply as they were.
I remember a more simple time.
A few weeks back I found all of my elementary school writing notebooks. Boy was it fun to look back at my writing more than a decade later. Some of it is good, most of it is bad, but all of it is funny. I’ll have to share some of these writings with you all one day.
I have no clue when this poem about the color black was written. Maybe it was in second grade, maybe fourth, but definitely before sixth. I couldn’t help but smile when I read it aloud to myself today. I hope it could help brighten your day too.