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The First Time You Saw Your Work In Print

Can you remember the first time you ever saw a piece of your writing in print? The head rush? The feeling of exhuberance? I DID IT ! Now here's the next part...can you share that piece of writing with us??
No matter what it was, when it was printed, or what you may think of it now, can you let us see it??? I don't want to go first, so I'll save mine for later, but I can tell you this..it was written 64 years ago.


Don Yarber

27th September 2011


You go first...I'll go second:) My first poem was published 15 years ago. I'll have to see if I can even find it.


Evie Hoeffner

27th September 2011


OK. I'll go first. Written when I was 11. Published in the 7th grade school paper.

SUNSET

Have you ever watched the sun go down,
A blazing ball of red?
It streaks the skies for mile around
Before it goes to bed.

The blue of day and black of night
Form a purple hue,
Mingled with fleecy white clouds
When the day is through.

The beauty spreads across the skies
From mountains to the sea
God’s gift brings pleasure to my eyes
As his love brings peace to me.

One last moment the sun lingers
And then gives up the fight
Where beautiful Prince Sunset was
Now reigns the Cruel King, night.


Don Yarber

27th September 2011


Yep I remember that feeling, it's a feeling I would never forget it was printed April of 2010. As I look back at the story I think it was poorly written, I did not have a solid place like (Scribslice) to go to for advice so I just went with how I felt. Had very little idea what a story was nevertheless I wrote the story and for that part I am proud off.

I will put it up because it's a story I want to re-write and re-release since I can better illustrate it and I know a bit more about writing.


Robert Harris

27th September 2011


@Robert: Suggestion: Post it here, then after you re-write or edit, post it in Writings. That way we can see it the way it was and the way it IS.


Don Yarber

27th September 2011


You were 11? Beautiful, powerful poem for that age!


Evie Hoeffner

27th September 2011


"Howie And The Wise Sun"

There once was a boy named Howie.

Howie had a problem,
All of his friends went away for the day,
Howie was lonely and sad.

He took a walk in the park,
With hopes of making new friends.

"You don't look like my friends,you don't wear clothes and shoes." said Howie.
"No replied Sammy, "I am yellow and hot!"

"You're a cloud!" exclaimed Howie.
"HHAHA NO," chuckled Sammy, "I shine upon all the flowers, children and animals."

"You're a sun!" said Howie.
"Yes", said Sammy. Howie and Sammy became friends.

Next he came upon a puff in the sky named Claude.
"You don't look like my friends, you don't wear a hat and gloves," said Howie.

"NO," replied Claude.
"I am gray and float in the sky, I bring thunder!"

"Oh no! I am afraid of thunder," said Howie.
"Don't be afraid, I am a friendly cloud.
I rain upon the plants and shade you from the hot sun," replied Claude.
"Wheeee! it's fun playing in the rain."

He was not afraid of clouds anymore.
Howie and Claude became friends.

Now Howie was very far from home.
He grew tired and sat down to rest.
He bumped into a creature named "Belle".

"You don't look like my friends, you are tiny and colorful," said Howie.

"Are you a bird?" asked Howie.
"No, I flutter around all day looking for flowers," replied Belle.

"You're a butterfly!" said Howie.
"Yes"," replied Belle as she fluttered around excitedly.
Howie and Belle became friends.

Howie waved goodbye as he ran off into the sunset.


Robert Harris

27th September 2011


Ok Don....here goes! Published in "Prairie Poetry" I think in 2001 This poem came from stories my Grandmother told me.

The Business of Living


That spring the rain never came.
When summer blew in southerly,
the earth rolled up to meet the sky.
Day became night,
the air alive, twisting,
turning
with a will all its own.

We stayed inside.
Stuffed wet towels along window sills,
door stoops. Still, dust blew in,
settled everywhere.
Now and then we'd peek
outside, watch earth shift knee
deep along fence posts.

Days grew long, tempers
candlewick short.

Mama got down on her knees,
prayed for a miracle and when rain
finally came, we ran outside, faces,
arms raised skyward, let the cool water
rinse us clean, shouted
"Hallelujah!" --
got on with the business of living.


Evie Hoeffner

27th September 2011


Both of the above are excellent. @Robert. I like this children's story. It is something that a child of 5 or 6 can understand readily, and younger children could understand if it was read to them.

@Evie: I like this one because it is written in a style and language that I grew up with. I'm not generally a fan of "free verse" poetry, but I do like a lot of what I've been reading here lately, this one especially.


Don Yarber

27th September 2011


Thank you Don, I plan on tweaking it a bit and releasing it with better illustrations etc.

@Don - your poem is great! I love the last stanza well done.

@Evie - This reminds me of my childhood when we would not have rain for days/months, we also did not have running water so the very first drop of rain we ran out rejoicing and bathing. Great stuff!


Robert Harris

27th September 2011


Thanks Don. Glad you liked it. I started out writing short stories and somehow got hooked on poetry. Not sure how that happened, but hey, you go wherever your muse takes you!

@Robert, Don is right. It's a great children's story. Keep reading and keep writing!


Evie Hoeffner

27th September 2011


I hope others will join in this discussion. It isn't just for first time in print but if anyone has the first thing they ever wrote, be it poem, short story, whatever, it is welcome here. It's the FIRST that we are looking for.


Don Yarber

27th September 2011


I would like to invite people to put their stories, poems, or whatever, here. The only requirement is: It has to be the first one you ever wrote (that you still have in your memory banks or written down). Should be good exercise to see how we have grown as writers through the years.


Don Yarber

6th October 2011


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