My poetry

WALA: using poetic devices to help make an idea that the reader can see and feel.

I entered my poem in a competition and I got second in my age group.

Leaves

Small and shriveled like a dried mushroom

old like the mouldy broom

When I’m picked

I snap

Crackle

POP goes my stalk

I go whistling through the wind

settling on the soft silky grass  

Rough

I grew  like that.

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