This is the second time this year I’ve chosen a poem by Billy Collins [below] but I make no apology. He had me by the second stanza [below], I was ten again having already been a champion showjumper and a soldier.Because of copyright restrictions I am unable to reproduce the poem in full, but please search it out in an anthology or at your local library.
‘On Turning Ten’
… At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
By drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
I defy you to read this poem, and not remember when you also were ten.
‘Taking Off Emily Dickinson’s Clothes‘ by Billy Collins [UK: Picador]
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