These two poems were my first attempts at poetry. When I was nine years old, my family was given a set of fridge magnets containing hundreds of words. I spent hours in front of the fridge, first organising all the words alphabetically, and then playing with various word combinations. These two are my favourites, and they are a clear indication of the style of writing that I always gravitate towards.
Shadows drift across the garden,
Shimmering at dawn.
A fragrant smell lingers like a melody,
Green and glorious.
The garden overflows with colour.
Water is shimmering like a
In a secret shadow,
A ripple is made, and
A moment of peace is born.