My Trophy
By Tahlia P
My trophy is a snowstorm swirling in the wind,
That smells as dull as rain and as wet as the sea.
My trophy tasting like snowcones bursting with flavour.
Red, yellow, orange, pink and blue.
It looks so beautiful like a night full of stars,
That feels like a fresh water pearl.
It holds the memories of that day.
Singing in the spotlight, nervous, excited, shaking.
‘I wonder if they know, I wonder if they can see’.
It makes as much noise as my imagination,
Sweet like a butterfly I hold my object dear.