This poem was written by L. Marie, a member of the Wakefield Word Writers' Group.
It was written in response to the liquorice stamp in our 100 Years of Collecting Online Exhibition.
I’m running as fast as I can, the school bell has rung, and I am on my way
Through trees to the ponds, see the tadpoles and sticklebacks
Might put some in a bucket to show off to my dad
But first...
As I get closer, I get prepared, to take in that distinct scent in the air
A sea of vibrant green and purple to revel
The waves of earthy hues, ripe yet mellow
I scamper through the fields of fern
Find my best friend
Sat in the foliage, root picking away, the simplest things that make our day
The bitterness, the flavour, I sit there and savour
The sweet tang of the bark as I snap, and I chew
Oh, I relish it, the earthy undertone, it's like no other
A woodiness, a sweetness sings to me
A floral note, a tart like beat
We didn’t have much, but this was such a treat
I nibble and tear at the redolent root
It’s raw, it’s ready, it needs no charm
Just a simple stick right in my palm
For this stick gives me so much joy
I am forever thankful to be this boy
Who had fields of gold so close by to cherish
The wonderful bitterish liquorice.
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