Heather Kurle is my niece, my brother’s younger daughter, who will be 10 on December 9th. She’s got the creative streak that seems to run rampant (like a Bedlam knife-weilding maniac) through our family, as is evidenced by her writing. (How’s that for imagery?)
So, without further ado, here’s a sampling from the HK oeuvre.
The snow was falling to the ground,
It fell so softly never making a sound.
I looked out the window and the snow fell hard,
And on the wind blew a Christmas card.
It was a Christmas card addressed to me!
I’m not lying, that’s what I did see.
That’s why I’m sitting outside in a chair,
To see if another letter comes from the air.
This next one happens to be about my favorite constellation, which is actually a comfort to me at night. Alas, I don’t see him quite so often or easily here as I do out west.
See three stars all the same?
That’s his belt, Orion ‘s his name.
He’s starting to rise!
Oh, what a surprise!
Summer’s on its way!
Finally (for now), here’s Heather’s favorite, which Brian (my brother) noted that Boo and I, since both also in school, would likely find resonant with our own experiences.
I saw a cloud up in the sky.
I thought it was the number pi.
I saw a cloud up in the sky,
I thought it was a text book.
I think I’ll take another look.
All the clouds look like school stuff,
I think I’ve studied quite enough.