Something highly unusual for my family has just happened, and I want to share it: I was just given exclusive rights to publish my son Ben’s poem. He is 12. He is not on the autistic spectrum, but is solidly on the artistic spectrum! Enjoy!
Forêt
By Benjamin Batchelder
Let’s take a walk
My little friends
‘Tween the curly trees
Down the path that bends
Come along, keep up
For these woods be strange
You will get lost
And there you will change
Locked in the forest
Forever and ever
You will wander and trip
‘Till you pass to the Nether
Your soul will wither
Your limbs will grow slender
Best catch up quickly
I hear souls are quite tender…
The Demons of Wood
They scream and they hate
You’ve got one chance
To be free of this fate
Oh no, it appears
Your time may be up
The Demons of Wood
It is now that they sup.
In short, you are hopeless.
Hopeless as dust.
So keep up with me,
You must…
You must…
copyright, 2011, Fraxinus Redlektab, and Susan Senator
9 comments
Wow, very impressive, Ben, and thanks for sharing 🙂 What a talented family you have, Susan!
*Applause*
Wow, clearly the apple did not fall from from the proverbial tree! Great job, Ben!
Looks like someone takes after their mother, I am impressed with both of you!
Love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lovely!
bravo, just wonderful. please pass the applause to your son!
Beautiful – very talented 🙂
Haunting… I love it!