My Poem

She describes herself like this… Foxglove

 

Under willow tree and wild flower print

Book unopened at Grandad’s feet

Snuggled up, bundled up child.

Dreaming of pine forests, deep lakes

and a country over the sea.

Safe in the cupboard under the stairs

Siting on Clarks leather shoes

And leaning against Granddad’s work jacket.

She is a wild flower, mixed music in your ear.

By Sera Bryant

Author: BlueFalcon1983

YA Writer and illustrator

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