Friday, June 13, 2008

A Poem By John

As I sit among the dandelions,
Among the rooted gold,
I hear the gold-counters buzzing
With memories untold.

Yeah. Yeah, he's awesome.


  1. If I didn't know you, I'd think you were a liar to say your kid wrote that. And I mean that in the nicest way.

  2. When he recited it to me, I had the same faithless thought. He had been sitting in the dandelions for about 20 minutes and said it "just came to him." I just about fell over, myself.

  3. Someone, quick, give that kid a pen and a journal!