When I was just a very young girl, I began writing what I refer to as backward poetry. Of all the thousands of pages I have written over the years, those closest to my heart are my poems.
Following is one I wrote for my daughter when she was about 10 years old. She loves it still.
Mystic Sky
Fly around in the days of old
The flatterwings and the merrygold
All the winged maids flitting by
Overhead in the mystic sky.
The butter angels and whiskerbeads
Marmaladen and schmidgens feed
The piggys feet hide out of sight
Creep out of caves in dark of night.
Lightening bugs against the black
Illuminate, flying forth and back
Skeetereats hop here and there
Till day brings heat to the morning air.
Bees bumble as the sun comes up
Buzzing around the buttercup
The lionsdandy prances by
To join the dance in a mystic sky.
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Jana Brock 
I remember one of those you wrote but had never read this one. Thanks for sharing. I enjoy all your writing and loved the poem you wrote for Scott.
Thank you! I have been blessed to write a few good poems. Funny how hard we work on writing over all these many years, and just a few things are actually pieces that I want to share. It’s a lot of work for a few good pieces, but my pleasure is in the writing itself, so that keeps me motivated to do it.