Matty's Poems
Standing by the Brook
By Matthew Tait, 11
March 1998.
Dripping,
sliding,
trickling,
gliding.
Two squirrels jumping and fighting
people passing by and talking.
Glitter,
sparkle,
moving,
shining.
Tree shadows and reflections
crows squawking, blackbirds singing.
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Totteridge pond
Magnificent view like a motion picture film.
Willow trees hanging down.
Cow parsley like mint in chocolate.
Complete silence apart from the birds singing in the trees.
Butterflies dodging in the plants.
Blazing red hawthorn staring right at me.
Little artist painting the shiny pond.
Ducks trailing in a row quacking,quacking,quacking.
By Matthew Tait
age 10
Monday 18th May 1998