updated on July 18, 2008
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DEFEAT

I will grasp the wind in a huge fist.
Whiten the skeletons of trees.
Stiffen the grass and make it sparkle.
Silver the lichened gravestones.
Turn clouds into bullets.
Pattern leaves to a crackle.
Freeze water to glass and icicle spikes.
Until Sun arrives.


Alex Davison (aged 11)

EAST ANGLIAN
DAILY TIMES
sponsored by
Boat sketch by Brian Grimwood
registered charity 1202893