The pale yellow light of the morning sun
sparkled across the rippling surface of the canal
A man alone watching the swan, lost sense of direction
They feel sympathy
He’s hoping to help the swan
Submitted by Jamie
This post was submitted by a pupil from WHEC as part of a creative writing project between WHEC, WHALE Arts, the Digital Sentinel and author Sophie Cooke funded by the Kiran’s Trust. You can find some of the other posts here.