The voice of the sun
Told me to bring my paints out
To paint the sky.
To shape the clouds
With my skilful brushstrokes
An endless task lies ahead of me
The clouds busy forming
From my restless hands
The shy filling and unfilling
Blue over white over blue
For all eternity.
Mia (aged 8)
St John’s College School, Cambridge, UK
(you can also read the other poems by pupils from St John’s College School)
4 thoughts on “From Mia (aged 8)”
Fantastic Mia! Pink pinpricks is our favourite bit. Beautiful poem. I’m a very proud uncle.
That’s lovely Mia. Great alliteration and delightfully imaginative.
Wonderful and colourful imagery. I can really recognise what you are saying. Well done!!
Mia, I still can hear the sun´s voice. Great poem.Congratulations.:)