Max Is a Poet

Max and I talk about all kinds of things, and you already know that he reads everything. It’s sometimes hard to figure out how to explain things to him. He’s worried about stuff like the environment, and recently, the war in Iraq. I’ve been trying to tell him not to worry about it (because he’s eight), but once he latches on to something, it’s hard for him to let go.
He’s also been in his school’s writing group since last year (for 3rd graders, but they made an exception for Max), and likes poetry. He was home sick today, and wrote this. Again, it’s not like we spend a lot of time indoctrinating him…
The Iraq War
bq. The USA is bad to me.
Being very bad to my glee.
After the 2008 election,
The USA will reach perfection.
The Iraq War is over,
So unfair! No government left.
With great stubbornness,
W. Bush refused to stop it,
it’s true,
so blue.
He’s a great kid, but he’s got to learn to lighten up.

1 thought on “Max Is a Poet”

  1. Max, you’re a great poet! I would have written that poem if I could have.
    I work with your dad, and he’s one of the smartest, funniest people I know. So if he ever says you need to lighten up, you just tell him the funniest joke you know.
    Molly 🙂

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