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