The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Waiting for Friends

There’s a nip in the air,
There’s a frost on the ground,
And my boots meet the grass with a crunch.
Yesterday’s rain
Lies in puddles of ice,
Which I crack with a stomp and a scrunch.

A weak winter’s sun
Shivers beams on the bench.
But it’s too cold to sit, so I stand,
Stamping my feet
With my hat pulled down hard,
In each pocket, an icy gloved hand.

There’s a shriek and a wave,
There’s a shout and a thud
As a football flies right past my nose.
And I run with my friends,
Breath steaming and warm
From my head to the tip of my toes.

About the Writer

Gaynor Andrews

Gaynor was a primary teacher for many years, teaching in schools across the UK, as well as Thailand and France. She now lives in the Scottish Highlands, writing educational resources by day and stories and poems by night. Gaynor loves the rhythm of language and she has a particular passion for rhyme. Her poetry has appeared in the Caterpillar magazine and her debut, rhyming picture book will be published in 2023/24.