I come from caravans,
lots of caravans,
a big field,
nothing from far distance.
I come from a small bed,
warm in the caravan
a clean home with bed, kitchen,
and my favourite cooker.
I come from an old lady sitting,
on the 7 annoying siblings.
I come from learning to clean, and cook,
I come from scolding, hidings and silence.
I come from happiness and sibling rivalry.
Irene Drummond
2 replies on “Caravans”
hi good job
Hi good poem. I liked the line about the annoying siblings lol