Suffolk Young Poets Competition
In the damp corner of my garden,
Danielle and I make their home:
pieces of bark, scattered leaves,
and some plants
which we probably shouldn't have picked.
Ten snails carrying their perfectly coiled shells
circle around their rock border,
making their way over the brown eucalyptus leaves,
the green conifer needles
and the purple periwinkles
(put there to make their ‘home' prettier).
We poke their eyes to make them retract
then watch as they cautiously reappear.
We follow their silver tracks,
picking them out
Emily Jerram (8C)