My son started journaling earlier this year, as an example set by myself, and he has been sharing what he has written with me. This is something he wrote, and I found it to be quite poetic, in a way. It may not be the profound poetry you're all used to, just keep in mind...he was only 8 when he wrote it. 
Time
Years pass and clock hands turn.
Hours and hours.
This pattern is called time.
It’s hard to predict.
~Bonnie
Oops, I accidentally posted it twice. Sorry. 
~Bonnie
Bonnie, Shows a lot of perception for eight. jhs
Not bad for an eight year old. I wonder what type of writing he could do these days.
Les
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