Mar 2019
It’s dark outside
I don’t know why
It’s not too late
But I’m not going out
The wind is blowing
So very hard
If I go out
The storm would take me away
So I’ll stay in
Until the storm goes away
I don’t know why
It’s not too late
But I’m not going out
The wind is blowing
So very hard
If I go out
The storm would take me away
So I’ll stay in
Until the storm goes away
This is the first poem I wrote (that I can recall). I wrote it in fifth grade and figured I'd share it here.
