Boy in Poetry Museum

My sister took her grandson Mason for a recent visit to the poetry museum. In the Craig’s List poetry exhibit, he ignored the instructions (I love when people do that–I’m serious) and wrote a poem about a vampire:

Vampire bit
someone
and they
went to
Jesus

Children understand heaven and hell better than we do.

He also spent a fair amount of time in the Poetry-Wear corner, making bracelets. I’m sure since his grandmother poet was with him, one of them said, “YAWP!” on it because she and I are both Whitman-freaks.

He also made a block poem:

whistling water
me
at the ocean
the water being
stars shine
you know
dances
the best days are

Of course, no trip to the museum would be complete without a trip to the red velvet chair in the secret corner. I will not tell you what he wrote in the secret book. You will have to come to the museum and see for yourself. It’s a secret for now.

The museum is a place for people of all ages. Some of the adult visitors to the  museum  don’t quite know what to do with themselves in it. The children know immediately. Teenagers, too. An 18-year-old visitor told me, “This is exactly what I thought a poetry museum should be like.”

–Shaun Perkins

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