My son brought home all his school stuff home as it is the end of the school year.
In amongst it was this poem. Some of the lines/imagery are excellent.
Stepping out to the frosty field with tinkly lights of stars,
I could feel and hear rushing wind like racing cars following a track.
Ahead of me there is a sun rising,
Robins tweeting a song with my feet treading as they beat a rhythm.
In the air I could smell the cold and it took my breath away,
There is a snow carpet with an ice edge,
I could hear crunching sounds as like i'm on ice with it breaking apart.
I picked up some snow and made a snowman it looked alive,
There was a smokey smell in the air as if there were a fire,
I felt ice running down my hand as a river valley on my hand.
In amongst it was this poem. Some of the lines/imagery are excellent.
Stepping out to the frosty field with tinkly lights of stars,
I could feel and hear rushing wind like racing cars following a track.
Ahead of me there is a sun rising,
Robins tweeting a song with my feet treading as they beat a rhythm.
In the air I could smell the cold and it took my breath away,
There is a snow carpet with an ice edge,
I could hear crunching sounds as like i'm on ice with it breaking apart.
I picked up some snow and made a snowman it looked alive,
There was a smokey smell in the air as if there were a fire,
I felt ice running down my hand as a river valley on my hand.
- Location:Sitting at a Keyboard
- Mood:
happy


Comments
You could have a real talent on your hands here. That's better than a lot of crap that is published in magazines!
I love the last line especially.
I hope he continues to write, he is showing great promise.
You should definitely encourage him to write more :).
Well done
Your son has a lot of talent! I hope he continues to explore this art. It would be a shame not to develop it.
He's gone to bed now, i'll show him all your kind comments tomorrow :)
Thanks for the comment. I'll make sure he sees it in the morning. He'll be mega happy. Thanks.
Me too :)
Mega thanks for the comment :) :) :) :)
Love the picture of the dog in your icon. I grew up with black dogs (well, 2 of them anyway). Is it me, or are black dogs always very intelligent? :)
Thanks so much for the wonderful poem...it really brought me down memory lane!
Kimberly
My son has never been sledding. He says he wish he could have a go. Trouble with the south of England, the snow never stays here long, the rain does, but not the snow.
Thank you for the comment. Very, very appreciated.
I liked the middle paragraph best and I loved 'my feet treading as they beat a rhythm'.
M xx
Glad you enjoyed it. You've made my son very happy with your comment :)
Tell your son that this is an amazing piece of writing and he should continue on with it(the writing). I started out when I was young doing short stuff like this and its a good way to hone your skills for other things as well. I could feel like I'm in that place though!
Many thank for your wonderful comment.
I will always love this poem :D