This is from ‘An Autobiography Of A Poet’ and was composed for the 2016 A to-Z April Challenge. I thought I’d make my April A-Z challenge some sort of autobiography.
Here is Chapter B:
Where do those days go…and so quickly, too?
Baton twirling – perfect baton twirling – seemed to be the key to a life of success. The goal was to eventually be the head majorette of the high school marching band. Or Miss America. Anything seemed possible at the age of seven.
I wasn’t consistent in following that goal. I’ll blame becoming a poet for that. I can still feel the baton in my hand – always cold and not as forgiving as a No.2 pencil.
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