My aunt told me
That often I stood, peacefully pondering puddles
Swinging my welly boot gently back and forth
Making swirls in the water
Our land is boundless but
A poem by Leonie Hanan, age 18, Co Down
My aunt told me
That often I stood, peacefully pondering puddles
Swinging my welly boot gently back and forth
Making swirls in the water
Our land is boundless but
A poem by Leonie Hanan, age 18, Co Down
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