Dancing Flower Poem by Jasmin Alice Read

So about a year ago I was on this creative writing trip at school with about 10 other pupils for a day, where we looked at some David Hockney painting and met up with a AMAZING poet named Peter Samson. He was barking mad, and absolutely my type of person. We were walking down the street when someone said 'Those allotment flowers are pretty.' so he told us to stand there and write a poem about them. Right there in the middle of the street. After a few minutes he asked a couple of us to read out what we had wrote, and I put my hand up. I knew it was strange, and childish, but as I had hoped, he liked it. In fact, when I was finished, he said in a surprised tone 'That's brilliant. That is brilliant nonsense! '
I don't think I'll ever be so proud of myself again ;)