ENTRIES continue to flood in for the Great British Summer poetry competition, in association with Touchwood.
The competition is split into two categories - under and over 16 - and has proved a masive hit with wannabe poets.
Here's some the most recent entries:
The pale blue sky basks in the morning light, the trees wave goodbye to the night.
Another summers day begins, the Butterfly flutters on the wing
The dawn chorus has passed by, the sounds echo throughout the day to make it right
Now I can observe with the burst of sunlight, the antics and endeavours of natures flight
My bold friend the Robin with wide eye he looks at me, with magnificence I can see
His red breasted coat invites me in, to see his colourfull beauty deep within
He responds to my stare with a curtsey and a bow, now he knows I,m his friend
He thanks me for his winter feed, a sphere of meal worm fat and seed
For this he entertains through the day, popping in and skipping about
The bright blue sky bares down on me, it beckons me to stand and stare
To peer into the translucent space, where dancing swifts flutter and race
No direction too great, no maneuver too much, he flutters about with energetic pace
Chasing the illusive fly a meal he takes with swift silent effortless grace
I meander along the silent stream, the clouds above my head carry my dream
The birds fly over the trees, their wings beating with effortless ease
I walk with clover under my feet, I walk beside the golden wheat
Chasing natures honey like the bee, I like to be outside and feel free
I know I,m a wanderer theres lots like me, there seems no end to this summer spree.
by David Robert Jordan, aged 66.
Megan's Summer Poem
I run with an ice cream in my hand.
I paddled in the sea while the waves hit me.
I sat on the sand and gazed at the beautiful land.
I looked at the sun which had just begun.
I watched the children playing,
“We’re making sandcastles they were saying!”
It was almost the end of the day,
“Bye, bye!” I have to say!
By Megan Sampson, aged six.
Shauna's Summer Poem is Here
Summer is here it’s time to play
The rainy days have gone away!
The sun reflecting down like a ball of fire
As if it was an electrocuted wire!
I watched the seagulls swoop by so fast
Not knowing how long the day would last
Waves rolling onto a mile of gold
As we watch the magic unfold!
The day is drawing close to an end
Another day is around the bend!
Beautiful colours fill the sky
“We have to go now, bye!” I sigh.
by Shauna Sampson, aged nine.
All entries must be received by September 5 and the winners will be announced shortly after.
To enter, email your poem to firstname.lastname@example.org with poetry competition marked in the subject header.
Poems cam also be posted to Touchwood Poetry Competition, McCann Erickson PR, Communications House, Highlands Road, Shirley, West Midlands, B90 4WE.
They should be clearly labelled with your name, age, address, contact telephone number and email address.
Further information from the website www.touchwoodsolihull.co.uk or call 0121 709 6900.