Tagged: childrens poems

If you have read any of my former posts about my amazing uncovering of a book of poems that I wrote as a ~8 year old kid, you should understand the hilarity and…well, embarrassing element of me disclosing them. Former posts about Thanksgiving and Dew Drops and Butterflies show a side of my inner child that, quite honestly, is really fun to look back on.

On this holiday weekend, I wanted to share yet another, masterfully written poem. It is entitled, “The Fourth of July”. What makes this poem particularly fun for me to read now, is the contrast in mindset, child to adult, regarding guns.

Don’t get me wrong…I have been to shooting ranges and gun clubs. I have shot many a rifle, handgun and automatic in my 50 years. However, I am not a gun toter. At the fear of disclosing this and having us taken under attack, we are not “gun” people in my house. Note, that I can weild a knife with the best of them! However, apparently, at 8 years old, my schooling taught me well that our 2nd amendment was something to hold dear. Oh my! hahaha!!

Enjoy this summer holiday nugget of excellence!

If you read my initial post about my elementary school poem about Thanksgiving, you know now that I have always wanted to write and have always been, well, a bit of a mind-wanderer. How I landed in an engineering field is a bit of a mystery and a bit of a typical story where you can be good at what you do, but you may have fit somewhere else comfortably. I was a writer and a Nancy Drew fan as a kid. Lover of mystery and crime solving. I assumed going to college and becoming an attorney was a great path because, as attorney, I would be solving and putting to bed those involved in a crime. When my first semester ended and I had taken no classes of interest to me, other than economics, I began questioning my path. When I looked deeply into the legal classes and options, I realized, this may be expensive for a life and career I was not sure I wanted.

So, I became…DA, DA, DA…an Industrial Engineer. This career has afforded me the ability to travel all over the world! India, Australia, all over Europe and North Africa, as well as many spots in the US. I am about efficiency and optimization in my life, so extending this to work was not a stretch. I am thankful for all of it.

I find myself now, after 17 years, not employed and enjoying some time to come back to me. Write, cook, have coffee early with nowhere to be. And I have to say that it is liberating and exciting…as well as a bit scary. Getting back to reflecting on what I really liked before pressure set in somewhere in High School reveals a lot..

Anyhow, I wanted to drop a couple other poems that I found in my garage while purging all of our junk. They are apparently odes to spring from a roundabout 8 year old and remind me that positivity is inherently inside me. I live for the cool and beautiful things out there, even when things are a bit off kilter!

Enjoy this masterful poetry from an 8 year old K. Jones!

The Poems

Just a note that if a butterfly were to land on me, I would 100% lose my $hit and freak like a maniac. Butterflies are great, but any flying creature is preferred to not be close to my being. Not sure why I was feeling brave on this poem writing day! hahaha