I met Matilda by the Poet Tree this morning. Matilda is 8, and she wants to be a writer. She followed me back to the Yurt, her family and little sister in tow, and set off with a little FINDS book and a borrowed pencil. We met again an hour later, and she showed me her poems. Lots of them.
A Canna Lily is like a tall traffic light
An Aeonium is an alien plant
from outer space
not leaving a trace
of how it got here. Did a Martian