One Shot Spotlight: Seasons with Elijah

Being a parent is quite the adventure, and responsibility. I am the father of two boys myself and one of the things we have always tried to do with them is cultivate an environment of creativity. It stretches their minds and even if they never write poetry or paint when they grow older, I feel the creativity will lend itself to other endeavors.
I was traveling through the blogosphere a couple weeks back and came upon a few poems written by an 11 year old named Elijah. His mother, Sarah, at Almost Normal, had posted them after he brought them home when his class was studying poetry and the seasons.

When I emailed Sarah to ask if I could use them,she said "if we didn't incorporate reading/writing into part of what we do as a family, I doubt he would be where he is." I could not have said it better myself.

Elijah wants to grow up to be the President, so who know maybe we will get a poetic State of the Union one of these days. Enjoy these poems by Elijah. ~Brian

The thunder roars, the lightning strikes
Tornado travels through the night
The darkness brings a cold strong wind
As lightning brings a short bright light
The horrid wind makes flowers freeze
This is no warm 'springish' breeze
The thunder roars, the lightning strikes
Tornado devastates this cold, frosty night

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April showers bring May flowers
Drizzled rain for half an hour
Thunderstorms and misty sweet
Is what makes Spring it's full complete
The buds blossom, flowers bloom
I won't stay in my little room
The cool sweet air and humid breeze
Green leaves growing on the trees
Oh Spring, the prettiest time of year
So shout "Hurrah" cause Spring is here