Big Ben

Edie’s poem

Big Ben SW

My 7 year old niece came to visit.  We took her to the Natural History Museum.  Edie met her forefather, Neanderthal Jones and she shook the three-fingered hand of Tyrannosaurus Rex and she danced the do-si-do with Allosaurus and she swam alongside a sei whale, who combed her hair with his fine baleen.

After the museum, Edie saw lots of people close together, waving blue, red and yellow flags in the air and holding banners of words and shouting.  They were saying something that they cared about a lot to do with a man called Maduro.  He is the boss of a country five thousand miles away where angels fall.

Edie went on the train under the ground and then she saw a house on the river where the bosses of this country talk and make things up and decide things.  Then at quarter past four, the little Bens rang and she curtsied to the tower and yawned into my gloved hand.

At home, while I cleaned the kitchen, she asked me for a piece of lined paper.  I gave her my notepad and she sat at my desk.

I opened my notepad today and this is what I found.

 

If I was with you

the things that we could do

Like go and see Big Ben

If I was just with you then

 

Edie, age 7

 

Edie’s poem is the musical beauty of simplicity.  It is worth a million of my words.

Yours truly

YW

 

Image – Stephen Wiltshire sourced here: http://www.stephenwiltshire.co.uk/art_gallery.aspx?Id=3855

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Edie’s poem

Big Ben SW

My 7 year old niece came to visit.  We took her to the Natural History Museum.  Edie met her forefather, Neanderthal Jones and she shook the three-fingered hand of Tyrannosaurus Rex and she danced the do-si-do with Allosaurus and she swam alongside a sei whale, who combed her hair with his fine baleen.

After the museum, Edie saw lots of people close together, waving blue, red and yellow flags in the air and holding banners of words and shouting.  They were saying something that they cared about a lot to do with a man called Maduro.  He is the boss of a country five thousand miles away where angels fall.

Edie went on the train under the ground and then she saw a house on the river where the bosses of this country talk and make things up and decide things.  Then at quarter past four, the little Bens rang and she curtsied to the tower and yawned into my gloved hand.

At home, while I cleaned the kitchen, she asked me for a piece of lined paper.  I gave her my notepad and she sat at my desk.

I opened my notepad today and this is what I found.

 

If I was with you

the things that we could do

Like go and see Big Ben

If I was just with you then

 

Edie, age 7

 

Edie’s poem is the musical beauty of simplicity.  It is worth a million of my words.

 

Yours truly

 

YW

 

Image – Stephen Wiltshire sourced here: http://www.stephenwiltshire.co.uk/art_gallery.aspx?Id=3855