‘ello everybody. Today in my Teaching Composition in Secondary Education class, we did a really theraputic excercise. It was called the Walkabout. Our professor made us leave the room and go outside. We were supposed to walk around for 10 minutes and just take everything we see/feel/smell/hear/taste in. Then, when we came back, we had a purple notecard in which we had to write about our experience on without it being an expository (essay-type) writing. So, I knew exactly where I was going. We have this place called Old Main. There used to be a building there but it was destroyed in a fire. However, the foundation survived. So, instead of rebuilding anything, they fixed up the foundation. It is truly a beautiful and peaceful place to go. There is a “pit” there where concerts and other events are held. Anyways, I decided to walk over there alone. There, I received my inspiration for the poem which you are about to read. Be kind in knowing that we were allowed 5 minutes to write this. I present to you…
“The Creature of Old Main”
As I approached Old Main hill,
I heard a sound which caused a chill.
Gnashing, thrashing, crashing, thump.
What caused this? What made me jump?
I stopped to search the area surrounding
As the sounds came closer, my heart loudly pounding.
A snap above, in the tree I was by
Brought me face to face. Eye to eye-
With this creature that clawed, that pawed, that chewed
How could I be so silly, for as I viewed-
This creature so tiny, wth eyes like black pearl
For I stood before… a cute… red… squirrel.
Hope you enjoyed this tid bit of silliness.
