My 8 year old granddaughter presented me with a little booklet she entitled “A Gift of Poetry” which contains 7 of her original poems. Shanti is a voracious reader and a talented writer. She keeps a detailed journal and loves to listen to, write and tell stories. More than anything, she loves the idea of family.
Here’s one of her poems.
Why go to the moon when we have the Jones River right here?
MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME
FIVE CLAMMERS CLAMMING
Even as winter approaches, work goes on at Gloucester Marine Railways.
Looking North from Niles Pond Road.
A favorite view, anytime of the year.
On the Beach at Night Alone
Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892
On the beach at night alone,
As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,
As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes, and of the future.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets
All distances of place however wide,
All distances of time, all inanimate forms,
All souls, all living bodies, though they be ever so different, or in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the brutes,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed, or may exist, on this globe, or any globe,
All lives and deaths, all of the past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spann’d,
And shall forever span them and compactly hold and enclose them.