Waxing poetic

My class had to write an Autumn poem for their homework this week.  I brought their books home this weekend to mark and came across this poem in one girl’s homework book:

The morns are meeker than they were
The nuts are getting brown
The berry’s cheek is plumper
The rose is out of town.

How silently they tumble down
And come to rest upon the ground
To lay a carpet, rich and rare,
Beneath the trees without a care.

Now call me a cynic, but my immediate reaction was: “There is NO WAY she wrote this.”

The silly girl has a lot to learn about Google, which reliably informed me within seconds that verse one was in fact the work of Emily Dickinson and verse two was by Elsie N. Brady.

Clearly she deserves some points for ingenuity, but real kudos would only be deserved if she had successfully managed to pull the wool over my eyes.  Better luck next time!!


5 Responses to Waxing poetic

  1. sharon says:

    Tsk. These pesky kids…

  2. courtney says:


    just joking. 😉

    I am going to call you Nancy Drew from now on, though.

  3. starrynite says:

    Haha, it’s high time they learned that their teacher is NO FOOL. lol

  4. Vixx says:

    Haha! FAIL!

    How old was the ingenious girl in question?

    V xx

  5. starrynite says:

    Nine. Or she might be ten. Either way she has learned a valuable life lesson lol

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