The Song I Sang… Rediscovered

August 13th, 2008

Back in March 2007, while musing about anti-materialism, I made reference to one of my earliest poetic reflections on beauty, memory, and loss. The poem has recently been rediscovered, and I present it here, unedited, save for much needed spelling corrections.

The Song I Sang on a Summer Evening
by (me, then age 7)

On a summer evening I sang a song.
It was no ordinary song, for it was a special song.
A different song.
One that no one knew.
It was my special song.
My special song that no one knew was a song that I made up.

My song that I made up now is not known.

Because I forgot it.

Do you know a song you sang on a summer evening?

Entry Filed under: Poetry