A poem for Dusty, who makes a noise like a siren

Showers fell every so often, but Freya and her family, visiting from Ireland, had found Dusty.  She wrote this poem with me.  We had very interesting discussions about the colour of the sea at different times and under different skies.  Then we talked about which tense to use for the poem.  Freya’s family, and her little sister, sat in the Shepherd Poets’ Hut and supported her delightfully.  Dusty is one lucky donkey, I think, to have such an admirer.

Freya 8y 9 July 037

Freya, aged 8, with her poem for Dusty the donkey

Here it is, bit easier to read:

Dusty by Freya 8y

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