Tonight was another Poetry zoom night. The homework prompt was: “It’s four in the morning, I’m ten years old.”
This was my writing for tonight: (I’m sure my siblings will remember and relate)
It’s Four in the Morning
It’s four in the morning, I’ve been awake all night. Not because it’s the day before Christmas, no, it’s the day after Christmas. In a few hours, my parents will prompt me to dress so we can head to the airport. My first trip on an airplane!
Today, we are moving across country, from one Washington to another, from an originally settled colony to what was once a frontier. Just like in the books I love to read, I will get to be a pioneer.
I will settle in a foreign landscape of evergreen trees and water, school buses on country roads with barns, ferry boats to take me to islands and deer grazing just beyond my front porch.
It’s four in the morning and I’m ten years old. I’m excited about my new adventure. Twenty four hours from now I will be 3000 miles away from here.