-I wrote this for school to be entered in the Canterbury Festival Poetry Competition 2013 (that was hard to type) and it had to be about a home town. Instead of writing: I love my hometown and stuff like that, I had this Idea. Hope you like it! :)-
There was a school girl
who cupped her hands to her eyes,
So she could look out into the vast ocean before her,
on the island where she lived, a few meters in shore.
She zoomed in and out tracking great ship wrecks; a ticking time bomb just waiting t o explode,
Pirates! She thought,
Yes, Pirates left the shipwrecks which lined the coast and cliffs,
that held prehistoric secrets from worlds long forgotten,
now embedded in the bedrock.
There was a school girl
who ran the breadth of the rocked bluff,
scaling the sea wall,
facing the wing; an obstructing overpass connecting the haven to the mainland.
She splat and splashed in the muggy swamps and sunk in the marshy mud flats,
Lamb and gull passed by in her path,
an Island full of sheep: the Island of sheep.
She fell inland, with the tide as it turned,
through fields of auric and auburn.
There was a school girl who ran circles round the clockwork,
of a great tower in jubilee undertones and shades.
Flags sprouted from each angle as the pendulum ticked and tocked,
She ran through twisted tree tunnels in the snow as vines began to bind from the ice,
decorating grasses full of caravans and campers and churches and abbeys.
There was a school girl,
just a young child in awe of her element,
She was a school girl,
and she knew that although there was only so far her hometown could take her,
there was no limit to a her imagination,
and that’s what made her hometown so special...
