WHEN I WAS YOUNG IN BROOKLYN
by Christopher Blaise Spinelli, Age 7
P.S. 207

When I was young in Brooklyn,
I remember seeing
my blossoming cherry tree’s pink flowers
When they bloomed I loved to shake the branches.
When I did, petals from the flowers came tumbling down.

When I was young in Brooklyn,
I remember smelling flowers in the backyard.
They smelled like the bright morning sun.

When I was young in Brooklyn,
I remember tasting spoonfuls of sweet honey.
It was so good, I felt like a honeybee making honey.

When I was young in Brooklyn,
I remember touching roses.
They felt so nice.
I felt like I was touching velvet
rolled up into the shape of a flower.

When I was young in Brooklyn,
I remember hearing Hummingbirds, Morning Doves,
Robins and Blue Birds chirp beautiful songs in the morning. Their singing was so beautiful when they al sang together. It sounded like I was in church and the organ was playing.

I was in Brooklyn, and that was enough for me.