Yesterday we had another Lunchtime Writers Group. Once again we had some lovely pieces read out. I’m particularly jealous of the new developer who had just joined my new team and came along. Not only is she a graphic designer and a web developer but the piece she read out was the prologue to her novel (80,000 words in already) and was really good – very polished and professional and I think we all wanted to hear more.
I had a poem I was going to read out, but I lost my memory stick with all my work on so couldn’t print it out. Luckily it was safe at home so no big disaster.
The poem is inspired by all the poems for kids that I’m reading for the OU – Children’s Literature course, and of course my love of dogs.
Borrowing Dogs
Every morning at 7.58
I walk a bouncy white husky
Past our flat.
Every Monday night
I wait outside the chip shop opposite
With a curly spaniel.
Most evenings before dinner
I walk a shiny red setter
Up the road.
On Saturday mornings
I trot with black dog and white dog
In their numbered racing jackets.
And this week I’ve played
With the small black and white builders dog
Through the kitchen window.
I had a poem I was going to read out, but I lost my memory stick with all my work on so couldn’t print it out. Luckily it was safe at home so no big disaster.
The poem is inspired by all the poems for kids that I’m reading for the OU – Children’s Literature course, and of course my love of dogs.
Borrowing Dogs
Every morning at 7.58
I walk a bouncy white husky
Past our flat.
Every Monday night
I wait outside the chip shop opposite
With a curly spaniel.
Most evenings before dinner
I walk a shiny red setter
Up the road.
On Saturday mornings
I trot with black dog and white dog
In their numbered racing jackets.
And this week I’ve played
With the small black and white builders dog
Through the kitchen window.
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