Poetry competition 2007 – Breathing Place, by Sam Fenton

Second prize (under 11 years category)

The strong earthy scent of the falling conkers

The black wrinkled wood of the oak which merges into the smooth planks of the tree house

The smoky taste in my mouth from the bonfire of damp autumn leaves and remnants of smouldering wood

The hum of the passing traffic and the insistent song of the robin.
The occasional bleat of the sheep, the random bark of a dog

My firm hands gripping on to the shiny ladder rungs, the rough touch of gnarled wood.