For My Artist Child

This is a little piece of verse that I wrote for my Artist Child. An Artist Child is the part of you that has never grown up, who overrides your adult self and says, come on, lets play and have fun. For an exercise in the Artists Way I had to choose an occupation that I would like to have if I was not doing what I'm doing now, and then do something that echoes this occupation in some way. eg. Go horse riding if you like the idea of being a cowboy. We were not supposed to over think this exercise, so I went with my first thought of a writer and illustrator of children's books. The poetry and the simple illustrations are in the spirit of letting my artist child play and have fun.

The verse, just in case you can't read my writing, from left to right, is as follows;

This is Me!

Morning sun throws out gold to fill up the sky.

I wake, thoughts wash through my brain as I lie.

I eat in a room filled with joy and sunshine

and I vow to myself that this day shall be mine.

I pack up my things and I climb on my bike

and pedal and pedal, this is just what I like.

Happiness bubbles, I recognise glee,

I dance and I twirl, this is me, this is me!

I pedal back home with a smile on my face,

I need no-one to tell me I'm in the right place.

The moon rises up as I sink into sleep,

and dreams take my soul to a midnight blue deep.