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How did my favourite poet influence me? Well come and read my poem called:  


A Poem of the Seasons

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

   In summer quite the other way,

   I have to go to bed by day.


I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

   Or hear the grown-up people's feet

   Still going past me in the street.


And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

   And I should like so much to play,

   To have to go to bed by day?


Bed in Summer