Entry for the Nursery Rhymes Poetry Contest Image #3: Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Young Heather found a feather one day in some cold weather; just there, right there, on the road landed, where the wind had blowed. “My wooly hat it’s plain and pink I’ll put the feather in, I think.” young Heather thought as she bent down; "It’ll turn my hat into a crown." A dove whose feather had mislaid, observed from window, as this maid, with feather, turned from awkward girl to princess, who would make heads swirl!
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