October 10, 2004
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Some poems & prose of Sophie Lucy Morgan.
This eternally nine-year-old had her own blog on Xanga until “she” started getting eMails from real little girls! When I did a similiar column in my newspaper it did not of course matter, anyway, if anyone had any worries they would only have to contact the paper. But the internet is different, and only an austic twit like me wouldn’t have realized that!
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Chocolate Bird
“Come and sing to me chocolate bird,
Come and sing to me.
Come and sing the songs you used to sing
From your chocolate tree.
Come and sing to me chocolate bird…”
But my cry was in vain,
The chocolate bird had melted in the sun
And would never sing again.
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Sophie Lucy Morgan, aged nine.
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Sats.
I put my pen down on the table. Boy, that exam was hard! The teacher collected up our papers whilst we wiped the answers off our wrists.
Only kidding! In fact we all sat with our arms at our side, almost too terrified not to. Little Tommy had tears in his eyes. Stupid tests, they make children like Tommy look stupid when they are not.
When the papers were collected, we were told we could go out and play. So we put our stuff away in our bags, and none of us spoke until we were out in the playground.
And not one of us complained that it was raining.
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Sophie Lucy Morgan, aged nine.
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Henry.
Nobody told me you could be as beautiful as the flowers,
As beautiful as the leaves falling down from the trees.
But you are beautiful, Henry,
My sweet little goldfish.
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Sophie Lucy Morgan, aged nine.
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If I were a tree
If I was a tree
Then my leaves would be
Made out of gold.
Made out of gold,
With plenty of diamonds
And branches of silk.
And I’ll be in the garden all day
Just making people very happy
I’ll make you happy
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Sophie Lucy Morgan.
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Bubbles
My cat is scared
of the bubble-maker,
and when I blow bubbles,
it runs off and hides;
and for simply ages afterwards
it hisses at me.
Funny cat!
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Sophie Lucy Morgan, aged nine.
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This is the last little sausage
Left upon my plate.
I did have four of them,
But three I’ve gone and ate.
Now I’ve eaten my last little sausage,
I ate it with some sauce.
And I’m sitting here just waiting
To eat my final course.
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Sophie Lucy Morgan, aged nine.
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Also up are the following sites: Three_Headed_Sarahs including when they took me to Ozzieland. This site is NOT for the under 18ings and nice elderly ladies.
And The_Clowne_from_Clown Which as always contains the truth of my life, what makes me tick, what makes me sick and what makes me a prick.
Ps Amazon has no videos/dvds of purely British TV shows. But I am watching “The Clangers” and “Bagpuss” If you are such geeks that you have so much time to waste, check them out on google. eg http://www.clangers.co.uk/ and http://www.smallfilms.co.uk/bagpuss/
Comments (51)
Those poem have the freshness of the youth and the ” little Spophie ” is much talented . She is a seed of a grand poet ;
In friendship Michel
I am eternally nine. I should grow up, but I do not know what that looks like.
wild work for a 9 year old what a great way to get started…
I LOVE SOPHIE, she is such a great example of childhood and her thoughts I think must be typical of what children who enjoy life must think. She is such a darling and you my dear are a darling to deliver her thoughts via you. Loved todays post, hugely, muchly, and besides that, I thought it was grand.
Lovely!
Incredible~~~that is what you are~Brilliant and incredible~You are the ghostly wind infiltrating your way between the smallest cracks in the wall, exiting with the nuances of all that which lies within. Does this make sense to you? No, it doesn’t to me either, but still, I know what I mean and it is incredible~The mark of brilliant creativity is the ability, the gift, to peel away the layers and to sense and create that which is apart from our own experience and yet parallels it in some measure in order to communicate a perception effectively. This goes deeper than simple observation and is intuitive. Only an intuitive ghostly wind is able to do it~and this is the sum of your work in my mind~Perhaps this accounts for much of the irony found in your words~and the many masks you are able to portray.
Peace~
I read your Sophie poems to my daughters….it encourages them to try their hand at poetry. They are both writing stories right now, which warms my heart. As always, I enjoyed these very much. I especially liked Henry ….it struk me as something my 9 year old would say.
re comment on my site: LOLOLOL!
OH MY..You did not say dear sophie was here you know she is my fav…
You always come to me with your corrections…I am learning to expect nothing less…
thanks
for right now my post are all behind the big P screen…
i love the poems by sophie…they seem so real, as if a nine yr old girl could actually write them
I used to have personality to my writing..I used to write for myself.
Regret? Sometimes I regret putting up entries just because I feel like my hearts not in it.
But i hate quitting.. I know half baked is just as bad as raw .. but Its a matter of my own stupidity.
Maybe Theyll be personal again one day… if you get lucky.
What drew you to comment on the sad state of my xanga?
And dont worry.. Ive noticed its deterioration over the year.
Awww cute poems, have a great Sunday! ~Jaime~
Such cuteness shines through in Sophie’s words.
Yeah. We both laughed. I did especially when Adriana exclaimed over and over again until I got bored with it: “I can’t believe there’s liquor in my birthday cake.
Loving the Sophie poems as little girls should be loved and respected for the wisom they display in their naivete’. She is a darling.
Do I eat pumpkin as a meat or a sweet. Actually, I eat it most of the time as a sweet in pies or as a butter but, I love buttered squash as a vegetable and am sure I could enjoy pumpkin in that fashion as well. There is a recipe for pumpkin soup on the net and know pumpkin is much more of a staple item in parts of the world where we view it as an extra most of the time. How about you, how do you enjoy your pumpkin?
I kind of prefer eating those with faces in them, much more character in the meal that way.
i wrote poems when i was a girl too….these make me want to rummage around in my mothers attic to see what my young, unjaded mind used to think up. RYC-glad i finally wrote one you liked
~jacki
awww! I like the goldfish one.
I get the BBC channel here. I like watching the news on it. And there’s a show called My Hero (I think that’s what it’s called) about a superhero named Geroge. I love that show!
don’t give up on me…thats sad.
I’m no expert on anything, delicate or otherwise.
Sophie puts me in mind of Margaret O’Brien, the child actress from the 40′s though I never heard her say “whilst.”
Well I got to know you through Sophie ,and I am glad you didn’t keep pretending, especially now when there is so much furore with the International paedaphile ring, you could have been misconstrued, as there are 7000 on todays news involved all over the world, run by a Russian place apparently ,they have arrested 200 more men .I wouldn’t have thought there were so many perverts about, not sure which Country they were talking about this morning. I do like all your poems though, whoever you are maybe you have multiple people inside you like that film ‘EVE’ You say old ladies might be shocked by one of your personalities, don’t you believe it ,the longer you live ,the more you expect to see and understand ,we don’t get sweet by getting old ,well I don’t anyway.Cheers Marj
“whilst” is big up in north Derbyshire, and it’s used in ways unconnected to “good” English, ie “Whist bus here lad we might’swell* get on bugger”
* sic
Sophie Lucy Morgan rocks! =)
you…are a lovely man…
i am not dead, i am okay…just working my ass off, day after day…and staying in bed…a lot…with the Mann…
i have missed you very much and will try to do better, than my nothing…thank you for being here, oh lord p…
you are a lovely man…
I’m alive and I’ll be back to read up on all this fine artwork in awhile. Tryin’ to catch up real quick with the weeks happenings here in Xanga space. I left you a comment on The Sarah’s too. Extra busy week for me and I hate being away from this because it is a real mental getaway for me. I’ll be back soon- thanks for keeping in contact. Looking forward to more conversation.
Terribly stupid I was to take offense at the time…a bit naive and did not take the tongue in cheek attitude your writings deserve. Love to read your poetry.
That CD sounds wonderful. I love anything of Bach and anything piano and even the boring cello is okay at times
These poems are lovely. It really is nice to be 9. A good age, still easy and thoughtful… not on the verge of a pre-adolescent crumble… I loved these, well done!
How sweet and simple Sophie is. Good to see something like this once in a while. Enjoy it all, though. My hubby got a kick out of your takeoff on “I’m a little teapot”!! He thinks you are amazing, too.
Sophie’s poetry is very cute. It’s easy to understand why she was mistaken for a real kid! LOL
You are right about mean bully teachers. Some of them enjoy that job too much. I’m hoping to make a difference with those kids, and I mean a GOOD one, not one like he made.
I really like Sophie best of all the characters I think. she reminds me a bit of myself- rather wishful. wouldn’t it be fun to have Sophie write with the little boy I am writing for? I bet they could conjure up some trouble…
my daughter took her SAT on Saturday morning. I shared Sophie’s poem with her and she smiled.
I love the sausage poem too. Isn’t it amazing how life can be so simple and pure through the eyes of a child. and writing for them can bring a sense of freshness to our age. I think it can be healing as well. especially for those of us that didn’t have it so easy and wish we’d been allowed to be a “child” for more than just a day or two.
Sorry I have been so delayed in my reply. I already went through the whole, I’ve been busy thing, but didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about you.
He He He ! I just barely remember thinking that way. What fun it would be to be nine again, just for a little while.
Thanks for the comment, it made me laugh, and I shared it with Amber, she laughed too, but luckily not hard enough to hit her head again.
Since my little girl is 8 1/2, I can relate to these! But my little girl is American and she reads Harry Potter! OK, with mom’s help, but still!
Very talented Sophia.
She just wrote a variation of Icarus.
Chocolate bird smelting in the sun.
dear lord….nice poetry from the child…i am craving…pineapple again…beck on call/dovecaller…
thank you,lord
Lovely!
Nope, I am not a private posting. I don’t know what happened with that.
Grumpy old man in Britland or not, I love your posts (all of them, Clowne, Sarah’s, Pineapple, etc.) and I always look forward to your comments as well.
As a refresher for you:
Amber: My eldest Daughter-20, a Junior in college
Megan: My second Daughter-16, a Junior in High School
Cory (Corylynn): My third Daughter-14 a freshman in High school
Riley : My youngest, my son- 6, kindergarten
Marty: My husband of 21 years
Marvin: My eldest Daughters Boyfriend
Anyone else mentioned are generally friends, unless I specify.
Thanks for stopping by, hope you figure the sub thing out, I’d hate to lose your comments.
once again, the innocence of children never ceases to amaze me, i can’t say I have just one favorite because they all are begging to be best….simply well done
lovely lovely lovely. especially the chocolate bird.
~lisa
I love all the poems, but i felt SO identified with the test one! In those times I wanted nothing more than finish the dreaded exams week.
Thanks for your comment in my journal. I feel it was a great loss when that maniac shot John. He was an amazing person, and i would love to read the whole poem. The lines you let me see were beautiful.
Sophie is quite a precocious little girl, now isn’t she?
Sophie’s a wonderful, sweet colleen. Always makes me smile.
Cheers!
I will have trouble sleeping tonight for fear of some bird that could eat my dog. What kind of bird is it?
I like the chocolate poem the best!
Oh, boy don’t I know that Bush isn’t religious. Others do treat him as though he is a part of the heavenly page turners. Go figure. Meglomania is a perfect term for him!!!
Ah, to be a Sophie again!
the expressions and concerns from a childs point of view
My son has catnip bubble solution for blowing bubbles at his cats. Too bad Little Sophie did not have that!
You got email from real little girls? I think your writing sounds too mature to be a real child, but maybe kids can’t see that.
What is your secret to staying young? Is it the ice lollies? the rainbow sherbet? the sticks of licorice? or the sweet tobacco? Come on tell us…what is your secret to staying young?
A little something for you. I continue to appreciate your works here, and had the urge to toss something together. Hope you like it. It was recorded quite quickly, so please forgive the many rough edges.
LINK
Let me know what you think, if you have a moment.
Take care
-J-
Oh, and you’ll probably want to do a ‘save target as’ rather than just click, since the file is fairly large.
Your poetry always amazes me I really liked these ones. No my story didn’t affect me just been so busy never time enough for me
Angela
man oh man what i wouldnt do for a chocolate bird
All that was written by a nine year old girl! Wow! If not, then those are still some cool poems!
What a delightful girl!