My first published poem

I wrote this ten years ago and it was published in a collection called 'Future Voices from Wales'. As I've been browsing through my collections and other assorted work I thought it was time this (awful) poem came out from under the dust once more.




Books are here, books are there,
How many types can you find?
Adventure, fiction, real life and love,
Sci-fi, comics and more,
Pick one up it's not a bore.

Find your own style and write your own book,
Come on to a world of fantasy,
Come to a world of imagination,
Take a step to a new friend,
Or battle through a Great World War.

Hide under rocks, climb over stone,
Don't resist, you could be clever,
You could be cool!

© Martin Nelson 1999

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