I Remember - a poem

Here's a poem written by my eldest son when he was 9 1/2 years old. He was a member of their school's Young Writers' Club when he was in Grade 3. This is his original poem, published in the school's quarterly newsletter.

I Remember

I remember the good times and the bad times.

I remember the time my dog killed a big, fat rat.

I remember the dreadful smell,

the gore, that awful sight!

I remember winning a medal, its weight around my neck.

I remember how hard I worked for it,

the positions of the pieces on the chessboard,

the look in my opponent's eye, the sound of my heart beating.

I just remember.