I was born in the highest of hills.
Fishes and branches go down me.
Trees as green as a turtle’s tummy.
Chuckling and laughing I go.
Today I am as clean as a house’s windows.
The damselflies were my ballerinas.
I wore flowers like necklaces.
Kingfishers were my spies.
The flowers looking up at the beautiful sky,
Going through my stomach.
People put their hands in my skin
And it makes me sick.
Wind playing with my feet.
I grow into bubbling burns,
Singing songs I sang.
Look at this life I have.
I never want this life to go.
By Kayleigh of Andover C of E school