My Poem
The house was usual enough; it had
A river, a WRAF, a swan, a swing
Swinging in the breeze, and even a path
I never went down. My sister, my friend and I
Did what friends do - swam in the freezing cold
River, made huts and sandcastles, ran from the tagger
When we played tag, stomped like trolls holding our
Tablets under our arms when we woke up,
Tilted the kettle to make our milo
Doing nothing important.
