A Day at Malham by Oliver Wright (aged 7)
I liked
seeing the fluttering bird with a long pointy tail 
With a bright yellow body that shines 
In the
reflection in the water.
And the
black, wiggly tadpoles with writhing tails 
Weaving in
the cold, transparent, damp stream.
I liked
seeing the peregrines that soared through the air 
Diving to
catch small creatures.
And the
goosander sitting on a cream rock with a red spiky head 
I liked the
lime stone pavement with little gaps in the rocks 
And I fell
down one too. 
The bright
green ferns gleam in the sunlight above.
I loved
hearing the sparrows who chirped me to sleep.
Thanks for sharing your poem with us, Oliver. It reminded me how much I loved being seven.
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