I remember when I was young I wanted to be a writer. I was just six years old. The principle had announced on the intercom that a poetry contest will take place for all the 1st graders at the school. I didn't express it much, but I wanted to win that contest bad. My heart raced as I thought of how exciting it would be to win. None of the student's talked about the competition. None of the students really seemed interested, but my heart pounded for the trophy. I had never won anything in my life, but this I wanted to win more than everything. I worked on my poem for hours, days even, and when it was time to turn in our poetic works; I can say I was one of the first in line to proudly hand my paper to the teacher. My smile was brighter than the rubies on Dorothy's shoes that day, and I knew in my heart I would be known as a champion . Each day I came to class anxious to see if the principle was going to announce the winner. My heart pounded with each day that passed; as if no one told me it would be announced at the end of the week. When Friday came my heart dropped, and I listened quietly as the principle announced someone else's name, and though I didn't win that day; I learned something that stuck with me always... I love poetry and that's what motivates me still til this day. Just don't stop trying. When you stop trying, that's when you don't succeed. Life will try it's best to interfere with what is in store for you. Persevere and never give up. The only person stopping you is you!
1st Poem (Merry-Go-Round)
As I watch the merry-go-round go round and round
I thought of the days we met in town
I laughed, you giggled, we walked all around
Until we got tired and fell on the ground.