Some Poems by Fran Williamson

written when she was 10 or 11 years old

RIVERS

The Cam goes slithering under bridges.
Along the backs and past the colleges.
On through the town it goes.
On and on it slowly flows.

SIGHT

Lights shining onto the slowly flowing river
Sometimes fast flowing
No fish bobbing up to see
Water sparkling and still

TOUCH

As I touch the water in the river, through my fingers it goes.
My fingers are left cold and stiff.
Just like branches overlapping the river,
Stiff, cold and wet.

TASTE

I taste the mud from the river as it flows down stream.
Sweet and bitter like the best chocolate.
Wet and slippery.
Cool and smooth in my mouth.

SMELL

Dirty water smelling awful.
Brown, green and black.
Smells like fusty clothes.
Rotting weeds and rotting fish.

HEARING

When I hear the water ripple,
It reminds me of music
Gentle sounds
Tiny bells
When I hear the water ripple.

MEDUSA

Horrible slimy snakes for hair.
Cold blooded angry woman.
Big ugly eyes.
Icy fingers.
Terrifying face.
One look and you're stone.

Rabbits

Two sharp white teeth
like sharp blades of a knife
Nice fluffy fur
like cotton
Long white whiskers
like white wire
Long floppy ears
like golden silk
A short fluffy tail
like a ball of wool

Mickey the worm

There was a long worm
called Mickey
He was not quick
he was slow
He looked just like
a wiggly finger
He could change
into every letter

Fran Williamson
23 June 2002

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