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Seasons (age 7)
By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)
This was my first ever poem - the first I remember writing, anyway. I wrote it on the day I realised that I wanted to be a writer - when I was seven years old.
Seasons (age 7)
In the spring,
Lambs at play
Skip and dance
All the day.
In the summer,
flowers, bees,
children playing,
deep blue seas.
In the autumn,
golden leaves
Float to earth
From the trees.
In the winter,
Nothing grows,
Only snowmen
In the snows.
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