PG competition

Here are a couple - this first one was written when I was 12, but I
can only remember the first verse which got a laugh when I read it out
in class - probably what encouraged me to carry on....

Ducks

The frozen river runs no more,
Standing still until the thaw.
The ducks are staring in dismay -
it wasn't like this yesterday!

Secondly one I wrote when about 15/16 by which time I'd obviously come
under the influence of Sylvia Plath, or perhaps I was just naturally
miserable at that age....

My tree

My tree
means a lot to me
it shields me from the rain and wind
and stops the giant of the night
from coming in.
And when I'm sad
I ask my tree for sympathy.

So what happens
when they come to cut it down
and its leaves hit the ground
before autumn comes round?
Where will I go
when it's cold and dark,
when I want my tree
to protect me?