Tell Me, Should I Worry?

Stat Boy and Oleander have been taking a creative writing course.  Stat Boy has always been a reluctant writer and this course, being taught by an outside instructor, seemed like a perfect solution.  Once a week I drop the two of them off at a friend's home and then pick them up again an hour and a half later.  They actually seem to really be enjoying the class, as they talk of nothing else on the drive home. The instructor has had them working on poetry this semester, and when my two got into the van this week they were breathless with mirth over their poetry submissions.  

Dark Cabinet 

by JP

My heart is a dark cabinet

Its interior locked and dark

Cobwebs sit in the pointy corners

Organized slots from A to Z

The corners are pointy

The inside is musty and hollow

Small, boring, and ugly.

Its outside is gray and drab.

It feels hard and rusty

Smelling metallic and old

When you talk into it

All you get is your own echoes.

Worried yet?  How about this one:

A Beautiful Morning

by OJ

A beautiful morning starts with muffins and hot cocoa.

A morning like this should not be wasted with playing.

A beautiful morning must have rain.

On a beautiful morning, 

Kill a pig for breakfast.

Now tell me, if your children wrote poetry like this, would you be worried? Or would you be glad they are enjoying themselves and enjoying writing so much?