My daughter Maisy (nearly 13) has just made her way into the world of publishing. OK, I don't want to overstate the case - it's a poem in an anthology of Middlesex and Surrey young writers; but I wouldn't understate her flair (says the doting parent). I think this poem's got really memorable phrases, a wonderful atmosphere and a super rhythm.
Atta girl!!
Happy Seasons
Yellow roses
Paddling pool
New sunglasses, really cool
Dreaming in a splash of sun
Holidays have just begun
Blue smarties
And friends forever
Curly locks and purple heather
Muddy wellies covered in grass
Childhoods don't have to pass
Red wrapping paper
Bright white snow
Twinkly lights which glitter and glow
Flying full tilt down a snow-covered hill
Stocking waiting on a window sill
Fresh green shoots
And skies so high
Sparrows singing as they fly
Scribbling a heart on the back of your hand
Running barefoot through the sand.
Maisy Allen (12) The Green School, Isleworth
Today, while I was at work, my cousin stole my iphone
ReplyDeleteand tested to see if it can survive a 30 foot drop, just so she can be a youtube sensation.
My iPad is now broken and she has 83 views. I know this is entirely off topic but I had to share it
with someone!
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