I mean...I didn’t know we could write poetry on here too but we can so now I'm excited. I wonder whether any of you have read Love That Dog by Sharon Creech (if you haven't, I recommend, it's an easy read and it's ok for all ages, I studied it in year 5). Anyway, it has a really lovely storyline made up entirely of poetry where a young boy slowly but surely opens up.

Anyway, enough rambling. I'll start small, and I'm excited to see where it might go.

What's the point

Of getting up

Trying again

When the start line in itself

Was your stumbling block?

Is there any point

Really?

Of looking at your grazed knees

Red and bloody from the gravel

And deciding to do it all over again?