A Rainy Walk – Isabella McCullough

It sounds like the rain is crunching my hood

I’d like to submit a poem on behalf of my daughter, Isabella McCullough.Isabella is 12 yrs old and enjoys walking in the rain – (this poem came back on a soggy piece of paper as she’d written it as she walked, stopping here and there to write a further line) – and curling up with her dog to read by the fire!


A Rainy Walk

A grey stream runs along the side of the road
Trees not far away are misty
The puddles are the same red brown as the path
Delicate drips on leaves
It sounds like the rain is crunching my hood
The grass is bent under the wind and rain
Puddles bubble as a foot lands inside
Mud coloured marsh reeds leaning
Water in a small river rippling
The sky is a dripping blanket
Pond weed cakes the black river water
Swifts being blown by the wind
Wild flowers dotted like gems
The wind makes flowers and bushes sway and dance
The rain comes in pinpricks hurled by the wind.

Isabella McCullough, aged 12

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