This morning at the beach the water was as warm as toast (I love toast with marmalade), I saw two black swans staring out to sea on the sand and the sky was a magnificent blue (and I saw my first leaf fall). It was like I was standing and swimming in the middle of a poem!
If you have picked a favourite Margaret Mahy poem (see Wednesday’s post on The Word Witch) or if you have written a word puddle (see yesterday’s post) send them to me. I would love to post some more of your writing today. firstname.lastname@example.org