Autumn wind

The Autumn wind,
Encourages leaves
To roll up their sleeves,
And follow their dreams



I know I can do more with this poem...bear with me x

Mr Turtle

In the deepest lake of a city,

A turtle sits in his chair

The entire night he watches,

Without moving a single hair

Fitted between his fingers,

Is a pen of the deepest blue

To the wandering human eye,

It appears as perfectly new

But the turtle knows much better,

Than an ants curious mind

He treasures this ancient relic,

That took so long to find

For years it sat upon a desk,

Shielding itself from the sun

Stuck inside a pencil case

Not knowing where to run

Til the day he was picked up,

Left on a bench in the park

To find his new home in a pocket,

Shortly after dark

From there he travelled the world,

Asia, France, Australia

Only to be dropped in the sand

And discovered by Aurelia

Two books she wrote with that pen,

Their beginning, middle and end

Until it wrote its final word

Ending a sentence with “send”.

On the way to the publisher,

Aurelia dropped her bag

The pen rolled toward a grate,

And slipped behind a rag

Far down it fell,

Gently floating through a lake

Landing on top of a jelly fish,

It managed not to wake

He shook his head frustratedly,

And the pen fell to the floor

Resting with a little nudge

Against a turtles door 

Sara xx 

The Painting

Shoulder to shoulder,

Breathing in time

Two boys watch a painting,

That struggles to rhyme

One thinks of darkness,

The never-ending night

Wrapped up in his blankets,

Or wrapped up in fright?

The other thinks of sunlight,

Streaming through his window
Silently each morning,
Entering on tip-toe

Written as an interpretation of this photo by Timothy Robinson. Check out the real story by clicking on the photo!

 

The ones who won

I'm scared for the thoughts I've forgotten,
The flowers they didn't become

Other thoughts came along
And they are the ones who won

Not what I saw

Mr Frog gave me his hand,
Warm,
Soft,
Exploring the land

Mrs Lion gave me her paw,
Cold,
Slimy,
Not what I saw

Green tea and a chocolate tart..

I was considering changing the name of this blog..

There's this french cafe I go to sometimes. I was first introduced to it by a friend, and although it's a lovely place to go with other people, I really like going there alone.

Last year, I had 10am lectures at the hospital. I'd catch the train into the city and be there about 8:30am, go to this cafe and order green tea and a chocolate tart. This green tea is the nicest smelling green tea I have ever come across! I've tried the chocolate pudding, and a raspberry (strawberry?) muffin, but nothing quite adds up to the chocolate tart. It's just so tasty. Anyway, I'd pull my book out and sit there reading for about an hour before wandering over to the lecture. It was especially nice since it was autumn! It wouldn't be the same if it was summer, I can imagine. I haven't actually been there for months! Hopefully soon :))

Sara xx

She

She turned her head to the right,
She turned her head to the left,
She shifted a lock of hair,
She flicked the switch for the light,
She turned the kettle on,
She bit into the biscuit,
She took out the flour,
She tried to sift it,
She took her cup of tea,
She set it on the bench,
She pulled out a novel,
She tried to read in French,
She pulled on her gloves,
She pulled off her gloves,
She pulled on her socks,
She glided across the floor,
She slipped she tripped she fell,
She pushed her arms up,
She lent back on the couch,
She listened to a CD
She breathed in every word,
She breathed out every word,
She ripped up the paper,
She put together the paper,
She stood up to walk
She picked up the phone,
She punched in some numbers,
She stopped and she talked,
She slept and she wept