Old Tanglewood

• Ziqi Zhang, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2021

The gorgeous white puffy clouds,
Surrounded the beautiful luscious ground,
Where a seagull flies to find a friend,
To poor Tanglewood who was on a bend,
Tanglewood stood, pale, shrivelled and shroud,
lonely and desolated without a cloud,
She thought wow a seagull with a germinating seed,
And so Tanglewood embracingly accepted the weed,
Slowly but surely, more seagulls arrived,
One by one, they showed their pride,
For helping Tanglewood, their leaders’ new friend,
Of whom they had just helped mend,
Finally, Tanglewood realised she had a family,
As the days went past, Tanglewood waited anxiously,
She worried she wouldn’t be able to see her children grow,
The seeds that would one day, turn into trees.