We welcome poems or other pieces of writing, humorous, whimsical or thoughtful which are relevant to life in Bishop Monkton.

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A CASCADE POEM - CHILDHOOD DREAMS by Charlotte Bigg.

We are delighted to publish another one of Charlotte's excellent poems. Probably a very apposite composition given the very wet and soggy Thursday we all endured last week.

Charlotte says "I wrote this after a class with my niece, Kate, who does online courses".

 

Splashing through puddles

There’s a hole in my welly

Wet socks ruined the day

 

I remember when

Childhood joy was nothing more than

Splashing through puddles

 

Walking with parents

I couldn’t stop thinking

There’s a hole in my welly

 

It was a glorious afternoon

Teatime treats and more, but

Wet socks ruined the day

 

Splashing through puddles

There’s a hole in my welly

Wet socks ruined the day