My Creative Writing Book

May-Day

Written: 3/5/19

For all you people out there who aren't familiar with the way we write our dates in Ireland, it's the day, then the month and then the year.

This is the first poem I've ever written, and it's not that great. It's cheesy, but I like cheesy so why not?! ☺️

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The sun sitting high up in the sky,
I wish I was a bird,
So that I may fly.

I sat on the soft sand,
With an ice-cream in the palm of my hand.

Glitter had settled on the sea,
I felt happy with glee,
I was buzzibg like a bee.

But suddenly a plane was hurtling through the sky,
I said "Oh my!"
Because a hundred people were about to die.

The plane crashed into the water,
Sending people to run away in horror,
From the catastrophe that caused this disorder.

A tsunami rose up like a big water wall,
"RUN! ANNA RUN!" I heard my dad call.
But I knew if I tried to run I would only fall.

Suddenly a man gripped onto ne with a strong hand,
I slipped away into unconsciousness,
As he carried me to safer land.

I thought I had been taken by death,
That this man was an angel,
And carried me away to Heaven as I took my last breath.

Turns out I was actually lying in a hospital bed,
With the angel by my side,
If it wasn't for him I would be dead.

Having my hero here was wonderful,
Inside I felt so joyful,
And oh my, he was beautiful.

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I hoped you guys soaked up all that cheesy goodness!

More chapters on the way! 💜