Thursday 5 March 2009

Hollie's Poem

The world is spinning round and round

The world is spinning round and round,
Full of things and full of sound.
A merry child sings and plays,
Whilst I sit in my room and watch each day.

How I wish I could breath fresh air,
All I do is sit and stare.
Whilst my whole kingdoms on the ground,
The world is spinning round and round.