You are poem
You are a feather gracefully blowing in autumn winds
You are the sound of an African elephant stampeding through the wild plains
You are an icy lake reflecting the pure truth of life
You are like a hound on the hunt for his meal
You are the impossibility of
loud space, quiet children, a cold fire,
You are the smell of roses on a spring morning
You are the number O and its eye shaped glare.
Hello Lilly
I am Hector
Great piece of work just to let you know you don’t have to improve anything because it is well thought through keep up the good work and keep writing.
I like the part about the 0, very creative.What was your source of inspiration for this poem?I think it’s so good it can’t be improved!
Hi Lilly.
Great poem.
I like the line “you are a feather gracefully blowing in autumn winds”.
On the line “the smell of roses on a spring morning” what colour is the rose?
You colour say on the line “you are an icy lake reflecting the pure truth of life” you could say where the lake is.
Over all a very good poem.
Jax and Zoe.