This poem was written by me when I was 11 years of age.  I was an 11 plus failure and at a secondary modern school.  We weren't taught anything about poetry, although I loved reading it, and certainly not taught about metre.  I wrote this poem for our school magazine, and it remained in my mother's drawer where we found it when she died.  I look at this lovely little poem with its perfect tetrameter and description of my little garden and I am quite surprised at it and yet - no-one encouraged me to write any further poetry and so from then until I was about 65 years of age, any talent I had remained undetected.  It was children in my local primary school, whom I visited as a volunteer visitor, who encouraged me to write, and they obviously thought I had talent because they asked for a new poem each week and year by year.  Thank you children for what you did.  It has been published in a book.   Josie 

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