Introduction first : this poem is written by my 10 year old granddaughter, Stella Hallberg. She and I are sharing monthly prompts – for April, I sent her the word “glisten.” She could use any variation on the word. There are no edits here. This is what she wrote.
Backyard Wonders
I slip outdoors
left foot, right
sounds, sensations, engulfing me,
taking me far from my bustling home
into the undergrowth and brush.
The birds make thousands of different peeps
in a language not known among men.
The sunlight filters in through the trees
glistening like magic everywhere I look.
Gazing up I see the butterflies
seizing their chance in the spot light
forever free
to be stars in their hearts.
lillian the home poet 
you have a prodigy in the making
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Wow! 10. I sense a poet in the making. Congratulations!
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The apple doesn’t fall far from the grandmother.
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Already a lovely poetess…following your footsteps š
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Oh such Beautiful Fun! š¹š¹š¹
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You and Stella have a very special bond, because of this monthly poetry project!
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Oh my! A star in our hearts already. š
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