My first ever poem and what got me started!

 Welcome to my blog. This is a poem that I first wrote as part of my creative writing course. It is what made me inspired to write more and want to write more. 



Two Blue Shoes

Two tiny blue shoes

Fit two tiny feet

Once upon a time

When a son was young.


A bridge miles away

A smile enters my lips

Across a waterfall

The pit-pat of those shoes

On the slate wall


Times before school

Shoes were worn and used,

Wobbling little legs.

Now steady and slim

With black lace-ups

All grown up and trim.


Toddler groups attended

New friends made

Tottering til he found his feet

And then he fades.


Happy smiling child

In his new blue shoes;

Before the world weighed

On his wide shoulders


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