Romantic poetry

On Friday mum took us to Byron's Pool to write Romantic poetry. She told us that we should write about Byron's pool and how we feel about it.

Here's the poem that I wrote. I hope you like it!

The blossoms by the water's edge

The water moves
like a gentle tunnel,
leading to the blossoms.
The trees move in the windy air
beside the lake where the sun shines down.
I see a cottage far down the lake.
I'm happy even if I just see the trees
Blowing in the windy breeze.