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My daughter, Natascha, will kill me but here is her poem that she wrote for a school project last year aged 10 .Totally unbeknown to us
EMOTIONS
When I am sad I feel like a white feather
Floating in the air,being pushed away
From all civilization
I am a red hot billowing volcano
When I am angry
Sizzling and bubbling lava
Creeping down my face
In the middle of the night
When I feel lonely...
I am a grey,dusty painting
Alone in the attic,
Where the sun never shines.
Stuffed away in the corner,
With a sheet of my famous Monet painting.
I feel like a green book,
When I am jealous.
Seeing all the other books being read,
When I am forgotten about
And I'm left on the shelf.
I envy them so much I might even explode.
When I am afraid, I am a new born snow, white rabbit,
Wondering what might happen if I go out of my sweet home.
If I might get hurt or get run over,
And if I get lost in the big world.
I am a brown, oak chair, when I am safe,
Inside a lovely, warm home safe from danger.
Sat with other household objects
In a room protected from thieves.
I feel like the Cornish coast sea, when I am calm,
With the sun glaring on my back
As I come in and out of the beach.
The touch of people's feet dipping in me.
I am a buzzing yellow bee, when I am happy,
Hopping to different flowers collecting nectar
And feeling the wind through my hair.
The golden sun beaming on the lovely flowers.
It won an award after being entered by the school in an island competition. We didn.t even know about it until the end of term...kids eh