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A Sunny Day ☼

This one's a little unusual. Ends are pretty sad, most of the time, but as I come to the end of my school years, I decided that I should close up all the loose ends. It was funny, considering I'm beginning my actual Leaving Certificate examinations tomorrow morning, to find a piece of work like this.

I scanned through my personal account on the school computer a few months ago, and I moved everything off of the account and onto my USB key. It was brilliant to find a poem I had written in first year. My English teacher assigned the class the task of writing a poem for poetry day in 2010. We had to work in pairs. I worked with a guy in my year called Darrell Leydon.

As well as it being my first poem to co-author, it was my actual first poem to ever write. It's a little amateur, but hey, we all got to start somewhere, right?

I didn't make ANY changes to the wording, or the punctuation... I'm posting it as it was written!


A Sunny Day

It was the middle of may,
And the farmers were bailing the hay.
It was warm and sunny,
The bees buzzed for honey!
Children played with a colourful kite
Smiling and laughing,
Feeling bright!
In the air. The blue sky above,
The clouds went by as white as a dove!
Birds built their nests and homes!
While gardeners placed their small garden gnomes
Near gravel and paths,
near flowers and rocks,
in their lines they fallowed,
them tiny ants
climbed up the newly grew plants!

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