A bit of an odd poem about my favourite place when I was eleven.


Somerset

The sun rises over hazy blue hills,
Lighting the sky with a bright yellow gold,
Shining down on three little children,
Watching the bright sphere
That was a sight to behold.

Daisies and bluebells and buttercups,
Roses and cowslips galore.
Fields full of beautiful flowers,
Who knows who they are for.

On rainy days it's freezing cold,
Hot chocolate will make you cozy.
Gumboots and macintoshes for when you go out,
But truly the rain makes you too lazy.

Here I come to the end of my poem,
I cannot think of more to say.
Somerset is a beautiful place,
Wonderful for either work or play.



Poetry by Vixen's Cub
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Written on 2005-12-02 at 02:47

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Teala
What a beautiful portrait you have shared with us! Lovely!
2005-12-08


vicky vixen
You're a great kid, keep it up!
2005-12-04


Albert
What an absolutely lovely poem, very nice to read and very descriptive from what must be one on the youngest members of the poetic fraternity on PoetBay. I moved to France two years ago and one of the flowers that I loved and that self set in profusion in my lawns when I lived in the UK were cowslips so that element I enjoyed also.

Can't wait to read some of your newer poems if that rendering was "aged 11" and now your all of twelve.
Regards
Albert
2005-12-02


penfold18
I think you have captured the essense of it well as indeed it is welldone :-)
2005-12-02


pettyodd
hot chocolate will make you cozy.
that's how i remember hot chocolate as well. sad to say it doesn't have that effect anymore:(
i miss beeing a child......
great poem!!!
2005-12-02