Memoir

In writing my class learnt about writing a memoir poem. We read one by James K Baxter called The Town. This is the one I made.

The Farm

The farm was usual enough

It had a pond, a swamp, sheep, cows and a dog.

Me, myself and I did what Otis does: made plans to kill turkeys, watched TV, ran away from cows, chased sheep and played with Phoebe the dog. 

Doing nothing important.