Wednesday, 8 December 2010

death of a naturalist

This poem is about growing up and nature.

When i was a child i had halloween partys ever year and one year of what i can remeber my dad had a bucket with lots of maggets in with money inside too, and you had to put your hand in to find the money, and now i would never touch maggets. i also used to jump in puddles and get wet, put now i wouldnt because i wasnt bothered about getting wet when i was younger but now i am.
This shows that i would do anything when i was younger but not anymore.

1 comment:

  1. That's a disturbing game with the maggots, Katie! Did you put your hands in?

    I think your points are mature and insightful. Have you tried to write a poem about nature or growing up (or both!)? You could post it on your blog....

    What is Heaney saying about our feelings towards the natural world as we get older?

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