Pen – Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly

Okay, I did it. At least I think that I did. Below is my final poem, but first I’ll share some of my initial attempts.

1. My love of nature

has grown slowly year by year.

Now it is so dear.

2. Haiku is silly.

No fun in this poetry.

Poetry should rhyme.

3. Here I sit with pen.

I want to write a haiku.

Oh no! What to do!

Crooked Creek was home

but not now, it looks foreign.

Gone so many years.

Remember, three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. Send to: suebmattingly@gmail.com