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.

The Garden

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

Liquid moon.

In a secret shadow,

A ripple is made, and

A moment of peace is born.