by Crystal Bowman
When I was in the 4th grade, my teacher, Mrs. Beckman, gave the assignment to write a poem about something we enjoyed. I knew right away my poem would be about our summer cottage. And so, I began writing my very first poem: At the cottage, warm and blue, we go swimming two-by-two. I continued writing a few more verses then turned it in at the end of the day.
The next day, I was pleasantly surprised when Mrs. Beckman passed out the poems. I had a big read A on the top of the page. Seeing the A made me smile, but the words Mrs. Beckman spoke planted a seed in my heart. “Crystal, someday you are going to be a poet.”
