I wish I had not got a cold,
The wind is big and wild,
I wish that I was very old,
Not just a little child.
Somehow the day is very long
Just keeping here, alone;
I do not like the big wind's song,
He's growling for a bone
He's like an awful dog we had
Who used to creep around
And snatch at things—he was so bad,
With just that horrid sound.
I'm sitting up and nurse has made
Me wear a woolly shawl;
I wish I was not so afraid;
It's horrid to be small.
It really feels quite like a day
Since I have had my tea;
P'raps everybody's gone away
And just forgotten me.
And oh! I cannot go to sleep
Although I am in bed.
The wind keeps going creepy-creep
And waiting to be fed.
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I agree with the comment that Nam made, as far as this sounding like what a child would write. I read the poem aloud, and it has a very sing-songy quality to it, much like the riddles that children recite.
This was fantastic though, brought to mind those days when I was young and home sick from school. -
Great !!!
"I wish I had not got a cold,
The wind is big and wild,
I wish that I was very old,
Not just a little child."
A very cute n innocent thought by a very mature philosopher__ great!!!
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9/10
This is down pat on the 'child-like' voice. As what a child would write, I mean the vernacular is top-notch, but, still when reading it it sounded like as if you were the child.
A great piece, in all its simplicity.
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