Monday, 1 March 2010

poem by Zach aged 9

There are only dreams
There might yet be hope for me
For love I will not forget like summer blue
Autumn and winter, spring too...
I am a drawing, you are the colour
and you give life to me


Mark J said...

Amazing talent !

Mark J said...

Still so young to travel so far
old enough to know who you are
wise enough to carry the scars
without any blame,
there's no one to blame