Poetry competition 2007 – Quiet, by George Calvert

Runner up (11–17 years category)

I’m walking, no sound
Walking quiet, silent
Walk, walk, carry on
I come across a little pond
Swiftly, swiftly the wind blows
I take off my shoes and it
Tickles my toes, then I feel it
On my nose
Oh my god time goes,
I come across a glistening rose
I pick it up
I get a prick
I bleed it’s not my finger it’s my heart