A lively chat with an eleven year old
he being from a country cold
about the class work he did
could be of a different bid
as I am from a land of rote.
the grades depend on what you wrote.
He told me of his projects myriad
a story to write first in the period
his imagination rode on a fancy
goes he to Amazon forest in a fantasy
saw an animal huge and gigantic
the boy was lost in a reverie .
Left him in the Amazon forest for a while
his descriptions were in a beautiful style
the thick dark forest seemed gloomy
the soil underneath was foamy
the trees had very big trunks
would facilitate an easy bunk.
The Amazon forests came to be in live
I have not seen nor he not in a belie
his vivid depiction kept me glued
he proceeded with the narration unmoved
would turn out to be a master story teller
confident his performance would be one of a stellar.
Meenas Poems 