In honor of the end of April, which is National Poetry Month, I am pulling out a piece of history, the first poem I ever wrote. I wrote this in class in the fifth grade, when I absolutely could not be separated from my C.S. Lewis books. As silly as it sounds to me now. I did happen to win the Youth Poetry Award at the San Pedro Public Library. Enjoy! Happy National Poetry Month!
Narnia
As Aslan gracefully yet proudly
walks to the end of the cliff
he looks over at the giant
wondrous world of Narnia
He walks again to the tip and starts his speech
as he lifts the grandiose staff over his beloved claw
he stares as he speaks
the words come out of his mouth
like eagles in the sky
The sound soothes the heart as I listen
when he stops…
it is as if the world was gone
Worry fills the lives of many animals
as they loyally bow to Aslan
the grandiose, courageous king
He gently praises each beloved animal
with a child of their kind
This is the wonderful beginning
of the giant world of Narnia
Throughout these graceful years of praise
the babies grow to be
what they are meant to be
As their beloved king, Aslan, gets to turn the hands of time
he grows old…
another king will now
turn the fearful hands of time
The world is renewed
with a newborn of each kind
and words that could grace
a baby to sleep.
Unwritten 