Post by Beverly Marie on Jun 16, 2008 18:12:51 GMT -5
So, here's my first poem. I wrote it around February, and I'm posting it now because, well, I just signed up. It's about an 11 year-old when she's waiting for her Hogwarts Letter.
I sit, gazing out at the cloudless sky.
Quietly I wait, silent as a deer.
My mother knows, she knows just why
I sit, peering out this window here.
My eleventh birthday came last week.
I'm waiting for my letter.
The piece of parchment that I seek
Will come today. It better.
This school I speak of, it's known by all
As the greatest school of wizardry.
At Hogwarts, I start in the fall.
This is why I'm excited, you see.
Finally, at half past four,
A dark shape appears in the sky.
After eleven years, I don't have to wait anymore!
When it gets close, I think I might cry.
It flies through the door,
I take off the roll of parchment.
My fingers fumble, it drops to the floor,
I pick it up in my excitement.
I tear it open, past the seal,
The envelope drifts away.
My eyes scurry across the page, it seems almost unreal.
I tear throughout the house - my letter came today!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Hogwarts or Owl Post, but I do own my creative inspiration. Even if I did say I was J.K Rowling, you wouldn't believe me, and I might get sued for it.
I sit, gazing out at the cloudless sky.
Quietly I wait, silent as a deer.
My mother knows, she knows just why
I sit, peering out this window here.
My eleventh birthday came last week.
I'm waiting for my letter.
The piece of parchment that I seek
Will come today. It better.
This school I speak of, it's known by all
As the greatest school of wizardry.
At Hogwarts, I start in the fall.
This is why I'm excited, you see.
Finally, at half past four,
A dark shape appears in the sky.
After eleven years, I don't have to wait anymore!
When it gets close, I think I might cry.
It flies through the door,
I take off the roll of parchment.
My fingers fumble, it drops to the floor,
I pick it up in my excitement.
I tear it open, past the seal,
The envelope drifts away.
My eyes scurry across the page, it seems almost unreal.
I tear throughout the house - my letter came today!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Hogwarts or Owl Post, but I do own my creative inspiration. Even if I did say I was J.K Rowling, you wouldn't believe me, and I might get sued for it.
