POEM STARTER
Submitted by Cassandra Elliot 🌹
Write a poem or short story that embodies the feeling of being chosen last.
Little Feet Growing Up
Moving slowly up,
Growing
Footsteps, blooming of
Sounds of chiming birds,
Ready themselves.
feet wandering
Deeply beyond forests and streams.
Trickling, glittering,
Flowing like honey.
Sweet serenades
Hum softly.
That pitter-patter,
small feet,
Dancing for foliage
Colored autumn red.
Red autumn colored
Foliage for dancing
Feet, small,
Pitter-patter that
Softly hum
Serenades. Sweet
Honey like. Flowing,
Glittering, trickling
Streams and forests beyond deeply
Wandering feet.
Themselves ready,
Birds chiming of sounds
Of blooming footsteps
Growing
Up, slowly moving.