Day 4 with Writing 201,and a new assignment.I have started to enjoy these challenges now,instead of being nervous.Today’s challenge,a poem about the word Imperfect.In Limerick form.Device-Enjambment.So here goes….
The little hands shaped out a tree,
In clay.Not a work of art,but the three year old was happy!
Content with the beauty in front of her,she looked around,
Competition was tough,with other three year olds sitting in the playground.
“I love it!” Exclaimed Steve.”Will you make one for me?”.
She smiled.And that day,
the imperfection of her work,found her a true friend in the large crowd,yay!