Rain

RAIN

written by me at 8 years old around 1945.  Printed in Philadelphia Evening Bulletin


To me rain,
Is a pitter patter on the window pain.

"But to me"
One man said,
"It means a nasty cold in the head."



(I guess I just was born a bad poet with a attitude.)
By Miriam McCue writer of bad and even worse poetry.

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John Freeman

March 24, 2010 at 9:12 PM

Miriam, Congratulations on your worthy poem feature this week. Agape, Moses

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

March 23, 2010 at 4:09 AM

LOL Great truth and wonderful humor...from a born poet...a good one. Congratulations Miriam, on your poetry feature this week. Smiles, Dane Ann

Daver Austin

March 22, 2010 at 3:05 PM

"Born a bad poet?" I guess not. Your rain poem is how all good poets start out - just a few meaningful lines. Of course, if you want to write bad poetry, that's easy to do, but that 8 year old sounds to me like a good poet in the making. Love, daver

Robert A. Dufresne

March 22, 2010 at 1:25 PM

heehee bet you didn't know when you wrote this ar 8 yrs of age that it would be a featured poem on a poetry site when you got to be a big girl. Took you a while but you got her done! ; )