When I was a little girl,
They never had far to look,
They could usually find me in a corner,
Sitting and reading a book.

I don’t remenber who taught me,
Who gave me the gift for life;
I do know that I had mastered
The precious art when I was only five.

Words, words and new words,
I searched for them whatever I could find,
I gathered them and treasured them,
I kept them in my mind.

In later years, when I began to go to school
There was French and English and I studied with a rule. Five new words each day.
It added to my vocabulary from a dictionary.

That’s my story, and you sure can tell.
I know how to spell.

©Gerta Freeman - June 17, 2012