A Place I Know (Author Aged 11) Poem by Sailing to windward

I know a meadow which a stream runs through
The flowers there have a beautiful hue.
A curlew calls in a field near by
looking up in the bright blue sky.
Fields full of barley, turnips and corn,
where hide baby rabbits, newly born.

The river twists and twirls all day long
singing a cheerful humming song
A squirrel darts through the leaves in a tree,
a prickly hedgehog runs before me
This little river just flows and flows
but where it comes from nobody knows

This busy stream flows into a lake
where over the edge willow trees shake.
A little duck paddles round and round
Ripples break without any sound
Beside the lake stands a good old oak
who watches the frogs as they leap and croak.