Amazing Words Wednesday: My Words

This summer I took a month-long vacation from blogging on Wednesdays. Last week, I returned to Amazing Words Wednesday, the day we enter the labyrinth of language and see what we can find.

But today, I’m not talking about grammar, punctuation, or language in general. Since I’m a writer and want to share words and stories, I have decided to take the first Wednesday of each month and share something I’ve written. It might be a poem, a flash fiction piece, an excerpt from a novel, song lyrics, or middle-of-the-night, insomnia-driven ramblings–but one way or another, I’ll provide something here for readers to get a taste of my words. Which may or may not rise to the level of amazing, but we’ll see.

Let me start off very simply, with the first poem I ever wrote. Or at least, it’s the first poem that I wrote down and remember. I was 9  years old and looked like this:

3rd grade photo of Julie

I know what you’re thinking: Clearly, I was one of the cool kids. 😉 (Okay, fine, I was a shy kid who spent as much time as possible riding my bike and reading books.)

The mockingbird is the state bird of Texas, so that was my inspiration for the poem. I don’t know if I’d ever actually seen a mockingbird in my yard. But this is how my 9-year-old poem goes:

Photo by Ken Thomas, via Wikimedia Commons

Sweetly sings the mockingbird
In a green-leafed tree
He sings a song I’ve never heard
The mockingbird and me

That’s it. Short and sweet.

These days, I have seen many different birds in our neighborhood, including red cardinals, blue jays, woodpeckers, owls, red-tailed hawks, blue herons, and yes, mockingbirds. But I haven’t yet written poetry about any of them.

Did you write when you were a kid? Have you kept anything you wrote from childhood? Feel free to share your young-yet-inspired work in the comments.

20 thoughts on “Amazing Words Wednesday: My Words

  1. I’ve been writing since I was seven years old. I lost a lot of stuff in a fire in my condo in 2005, but I think my mom still keeps a copy of a poem I wrote when I was a teenager in her wallet. If I can find it, I’ll post it here.

  2. I wrote a horrid little play in elementary school. I don’t even remember the plot. I also wrote poetry. All of that old writing has been lost in my many moves and my drama.

  3. I used to write birthday poems for both my mom and my dad. I got a lot of stuff back after my mom and dad died and have waded through most of it. I think my mom purged most of my poetry. It all rhymed and was usually funny and kind of mooshy, “I love you so much” stuff.

  4. I’ve written most of my life, but the only ones I think I kept were from Jr High and High School. I’ll have to go through my momento box again to see if I find anything from further back.

  5. I wrote essays and poems when I was growing up, but I haven’t kept and don’t remember any of them. In my 30s I wrote a song called “Why Should I Love Jesus?” but unfortunately, I didn’t keep any copies. I wrote my first novel in 1982 (on a typewriter – no computers) but, alas, I have no copies of it either.

    I do have copies of 6 novels I wrote in the early 90s. I was going to donate them to Gitmo to be used to torture the prisoners, but I think the government is closing that down.

    BTW, you are TOTALLY recognizable in that cute photo, Julie.

    1. You wrote a song “Why Should I Love Jesus”? Do you remember it? And I think people who wrote novels on typewriters are like the bravest people ever. Go you.

      Yes, I am recognizable in that photo, David. Though hopefully, my hair looks a little more stylish now. 😉

  6. I use to write poetry as a teenager. I did write a very short (about a half page) story and illustrated it too when I was real young, For some reason I can still remember the picture at the bottom of the page.
    (condensed version) It was about a cow and a flower. The flower told a bunch of lies about the cow and when she found out, the cow ate the flower. THE END lol

  7. Love your 9 YO poem, Julie. And, the pic? I looked even dorkier more hip in mine.

    I was a reader when I was young. Oh! And, I shared your love of riding my bike. Did you master riding hands-free the whole way around the block? Up hill and downhill? Making those turns? Huh? Did you?

    The only writing I did were (1) school assignments, or (2) funny notes taped around the house to diffuse Mom’s justified anger the few times she caught me away from home when I was grounded.

    For the record, she did NOT catch me most of the time. Creative sneakiness was my childhood specialty. BONUS! She worked in retail and my dad was a truck driver. Had I obeyed the rules for the number of days I was grounded…

    No. I can’t bear to think about it.

    Can not WAIT to read more of your work. Great idea.

      1. I think “were” is correct. But it’s too early for me to look it up. :/

        Yes, I could ride my bike without hands, unless of course I was going down “Suicide Hill,” in which case I held on for dear life. I could pop a good wheelie too, though. I bet you could too.

        Totally dorky photo, but I blame the entire decade of the 70’s. The hair and fashion needed help. Did anyone have a good school photo in 1975?

        I love that you wrote notes. That cracked me up, Gloria! There is a certain person in my family, who shall remain unidentified, whose early writing efforts involved the forging of parent and teacher signatures. Hey, you gotta start somewhere!

  8. I never wrote a lot as a kid. I draw. I sketched a lot of things and have kept a few from high school years. Nowadays, I write more and can barely draw a stick figure!

    Don’t feel bad. I was a chunky kid and my picks look pretty dorky from back then!

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