Travels of a flower
The pohutakawa flower fell from its tree
where it was stood on by a child
it was carried to a classroom by the child’s boot
there it lay
on the floor
until a gust of wind blew it out the window
on to the street
where it fell into a gutter
carried by the stream
to the sewer where it came out in the ocean
socked clean
it washed up on a sandy island
where one of the natives picked it up
and wore it in their hair
where it grew old
and fell out
there it died a happy flower
By Huia
Beulah says:I like how you put the picture of the flower at the end, it's creative!!!
ReplyDeleteGood writing Huia it really paints an image in my mind.
ReplyDeleteMadison says what a story it was cool
ReplyDeleteAlex says nice story
ReplyDeleteI no aye
Deletewow Huia thats an amazing poem I wish I could write like that
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