But this is the first poem of mine that my mom saved. I was 11, and I think this was inspired by a recurring nightmare of mine about being chased up the driveway and into the house by a black bear. Don't laugh. We all have to begin somewhere.
There Is a Tree
There is a tree
that’s just for me.
Along came a bear
and gave me a scare!
I was up in my tree
when it saw me.
It gave a growl and prowled around
so I jumped down to the ground.
I ran to my house as fast as I could.
I was safe: I’d run faster than any bear would!