Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
My first ever brush with poetry was on Valentine’s Day in first grade. I’d never thought about sentence structure, indeed I was barely reading, but there was a special something about poetry that always caught my attention. Oftentimes poems have a certain beat created by the word patterns. As an example, I often think of […]
My first ever brush with poetry was on Valentine’s Day in first grade. I’d never thought about sentence structure, indeed I was barely reading, but there was a special something about poetry that always caught my attention. Oftentimes poems have a certain beat created by the word patterns. As an example, I often think of […]






