Life as a Tortoise
I wake up on my back
I hear the ducks quack
Then I get up and stretch
Grab my pencils I use to sketch
Slowly walk outside
I see the snakes slither and slide
Walk for an age 'til I reach the lake
I see a horse, eating cake
I get out my paper and pen
And start to draw a wren
I see a willow tree with a hole in it
With an owl, learning to knit
I've almost finished my painting
When it starts raining
The colours start to blur and mix
But I should be able to give it a fix
And then, out of nowhere
From out of thin air
The rain turns to snow
And the wind starts to blow
So I turn to head home
When I see a small gnome
He looks at me pleading
And I see he needs feeding
So I bring him with me
And give him some brie
Then he said "thank you
I was going to turn blue"
So then he left, that little one
And I was alone, with no one
But then came along, sad but singing
A little white dove, her voice sweetly ringing
She said, "I saw you near the water
And I liked your drawing of that little otter
And can I stay here, at least for a bit
My nest was destroyed, and it was in a flit"
So I said yes, and she was delighted
She knew a little song, so she recited
And then she made a bed
She rested her head
I let her sleep
And without making a peep
I went to my bed of fog
And then I slept like a log
Life in a Forest
The trees in the forest rustle
The animals make hustle
The river flows
The rose bush grows
The deer leap round the trees
Feeling the forest breeze
The fox stalks its prey
Little mice come from the hay
The leaves fall
The parents call
As the sun turns to rain
Under the dirt it’s dark
No sun or a small spark
We come when wet
Though don’t make a bet
The birds fly down
They destroy our town
And get their share
When we come for fresh air
They expose us to all
The worms, beetles and wood lice small
Just at the beginning of life
The leaves on the trees shake
The branches seem to ache
The flutter of small things
Raindrops brought by wings
The sloth, big and slow
To the robin in the snow
Our nests are sticks
Which we need to fix
The bark gets broken
We make it a token
When the sloth comes to play
Issy Mooney is in year 8 (UK)- aged 12. She loves anything to do with Harry Potter and stories with a magical twist. She is currently enjoying the Eragon series of books by Christopher Paolini. Issy's poem, "A Christmas Fair" was featured in Little Thoughts Press Issue One: Magical Winter. Issy's artwork and her story, "The Oak Tree," can be found in Issue Two: Natural Wonder.