Taylor Sandquist, my beautiful, twelve-year-old niece, wrote the following poem for her English class.
Where Poetry Hides
In my fat, black and white cat’s crazy, teeny tiny
In the small #1 cabin on a lake in Arkansas.
In a nice, pretty resort in San Diego.
In my strange brother’s mind, who acts like a
In my pink Dell laptop.
In my nonie’s old, torn-up house.
In my dad’s clean, neat house.
In my oval/heart-shaped pool.
In the twisty, hilly and dirty campground of
In the old basement of my other grandparents’
|Taylor and Talya at the BAT cave.|