An awareness of her world that is both innocent and quite sophisticated. This is a talent that must be nurtured to it's fullest. You are so lucky Catherine.
This was the first poem she wrote. It was the middle of a snowstorm, and we were walking to a local restaurant. I think she was reacting to how strangely quiet everything is when snow is falling (and there is no wind). All she could hear was the sound of our boots in the snow… which that day was a sort of squeaking sound.
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An awareness of her world that is both innocent and quite sophisticated. This is a talent that must be nurtured to it's fullest. You are so lucky Catherine.
This was the first poem she wrote. It was the middle of a snowstorm, and we were walking to a local restaurant. I think she was reacting to how strangely quiet everything is when snow is falling (and there is no wind). All she could hear was the sound of our boots in the snow… which that day was a sort of squeaking sound.
that is really something! wow…straight out of the pristine consciousness of one so young…more precious than gold!