All The Boats – A Poem

All the boats were stuck
The stiffness grew and grew
All delicate were the anchors
As I moved north.

Beware the boats my child! 
The anchor sinks
The dead it brings.
All the trees shine and gleam as it comes towards us.

The trees surround it,
Tall and old.
Now it's coming towards me;
I run and run but it is rolling.
I turn to heed the boat shining brown.

It needs to go!
I need to run before it catches me!

I got safely home
but
I am not done
Yet.

Ellie P.

1 thought on “All The Boats – A Poem”

  1. This is very interesting and unusual. I can sense a little bit of Lewis Carroll’s influence, I believe!

    Creative work Ellie – well done.

    (Merit)

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