Below I’ve pasted a portion of an article and poem sent to me by Writer, Elizabeth Horner. You won’t be able to tell it from the writing, but Elizabeth is only 11 and she does not have an MFA in creative writing (that I know of).
To put this in perspective…
When I was 11… I shot myself at point-blank range with a BB gun in the leg – it was only one pump, but one pump was enough to have me jumping around the yard cursing.
When I was 11… I placed a sweater de-fuzzer on my tongue to see what it felt like. To save you the trouble of testing this out, you know those little bumps on your tongue? Well, they are the tongue’s equivalent of fuzz and a de-fuzzer removes them. There is blood involved and a strict no salt diet for at lest a week.
Elizabeth is 11 and she frequently contributes poems and articles to her local paper, which happens to carry my column as well. She recently has been awarded the Lowell Thomas Literary Award. Did I mention she is only 11?
To put this in perspective…
When I was 11… I shot myself at point-blank range with a BB gun in the leg – it was only one pump, but one pump was enough to have me jumping around the yard cursing.
When I was 11… I placed a sweater de-fuzzer on my tongue to see what it felt like. To save you the trouble of testing this out, you know those little bumps on your tongue? Well, they are the tongue’s equivalent of fuzz and a de-fuzzer removes them. There is blood involved and a strict no salt diet for at lest a week.
Elizabeth is 11 and she frequently contributes poems and articles to her local paper, which happens to carry my column as well. She recently has been awarded the Lowell Thomas Literary Award. Did I mention she is only 11?
The following appeared in a recent edition:
…I am very interested in different cultures and would like to do a lot of traveling myself someday. I’ve also wanted very much that kids from different schools around the world would write or send e-mail to each other as part of their Language, Art, Science and Social Studies Classes to learn from each other or even just to be a pal. In one of his e-mails to me Kelsey wrote, “Most people are great people and I never cease to be surprised at the hospitality and kindness that people all over the world display...The most important thing is to be a good person. If you smile and treat people with respect, no matter how far you leave home behind - you will always be greeted with open arms.” Kelsey’s e-mail and also thinking about Mother’s Day inspired me to write this poem.
The Language of your Heart
by Elizabeth Horner
Whether it’s in New York, Paris or Tokyo
The language is not the same
But our hearts speak the same language
One of love and pain
No matter where you travel
Or who it is you meet
We all know the joys of victory
And the lessons of defeat
But if we judge by our hearts
And not by our native tongue
All around the world – you will see
The same songs are being sung
The language of the heart
That is understood everywhere
It is one of kind deeds and love
Understanding, patience and care
Trust and believe in that language
And it will help you go far
To another country
Or to the farthest star
by Elizabeth Horner
Whether it’s in New York, Paris or Tokyo
The language is not the same
But our hearts speak the same language
One of love and pain
No matter where you travel
Or who it is you meet
We all know the joys of victory
And the lessons of defeat
But if we judge by our hearts
And not by our native tongue
All around the world – you will see
The same songs are being sung
The language of the heart
That is understood everywhere
It is one of kind deeds and love
Understanding, patience and care
Trust and believe in that language
And it will help you go far
To another country
Or to the farthest star
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