'Poem for Connie' by Chloe Evans

Remember that you first heard of Chloe on my Blog. I am sure that she is going to write a lot more excellent poems like this one dedicated to her new cousin, Connie. 

A Poem for Connie

 There is a land of remembered toys
Which is full of laughter and full of joys
And there stands a willow tree 
Full of happiness and full of glee
And down come rainbows of beautiful shapes
And there sits a sea of gentle waves
So remember - there are always happy days!

 Chloe Evans, age 7


Thank you for the Potter and Evans family for allowing me to publish it. 

 Inevitably I recall her Grandad's famous poem with its pathos and elegiac quality...
An accident happened to my Uncle Jim,
Someone threw a tomato at him;
Tomatoes are soft and they don't hurt the skin,
This one was different - it was wrapped in a tin.


by Allan Potter, age 94

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