Since global warming is a hot-button topic right now (peace and love to those affected by Jose, Maria, Harvey and Irma as well as the recent earthquakes), and I have had a week that hasn't allowed much time to write, I decided to post my very first poem.

I wrote this when I was 7...and I memorized it. Enjoy.

"One day, I had to move.

So I lifted this big 'hoove' (don't ask me what a 'hoove' is, I was 7...)

The hoove so high, it reached the sky

and didn't come back 'til the 4th of July.

It reached the ozone layer

which was beginning to look grayer (Kay was a deep 7 year old, already knew about global warming)

Til we had a prayer.

When 4th of July rolls around

and you see a big hoove touch the ground

Don't be surprised, believe your eyes.

It was me who lifted the hoove."

What was this poem about? The world may never know. This was my foray into writing. Shoutout to 7-year-old me, Kay, the most creative and imaginative little girl in the world.