Pipe Cleaner Days

I used to sit at my desk,
With sugar paper plans,
Free of all life’s stress,
With a pencil in my hand.

I was spontaneous, didn’t plan ahead,
Creativity at my finger tips,
Splodges of paint, pink and red,
PVA glue peeling from my lips.

I wrote with zeal and with zest,
Stories of orange eating monsters,
Plots that truly outshone the rest,
Plots that were really quite bonkers.

O how I miss those pipe cleaner days,
How I miss feeling 10 feet tall,
It isn’t as fun writing up essays.
Life was great when I was small.

© Elizabeth G. Lee

Thank you for reading that! I wrote this today in my break at work. Some colleagues and I were discussing primary school and primary school teachers and I felt inspired to write a little piece. When we’re living the fun moments, we don’t tend appreciate them until they’re over or until we are experiencing a less-fun time in our lives. I miss the freedom of reception class where we could draw pictures and make collages of scrunched up tissue paper, pipe cleaners and an obscene amount of PVA glue. But life is still fun now; even though I have to write essays, they’re not terrible to write. Some essays are fun, and also I still get to do what I love; creatively write and ponder.

Side note: When I was 7 I actually did pen a little story called, ‘The Orange Eating Monster’. Sadly, it appears to have been lost to the ravages of time and growing up (AKA the ruthlessness of the bedroom clear out.)

Stay well dudes,



My own creation. ‘Paradise’ by Elizabeth G. Lee, aged 10.

A Natural War.

Nature is what we come from,
That much is a fact.
But like soldiers of corruption,
We blindly continue our attack
On the innocent land that keeps us afloat,
The gases and fumes surround us
as we let nature slowly choke.

Savage are we humans,
Breaking this green world down,
And torching that which we rely on,
And tearing it to the ground.
“If I listen closely,” I say staring at a cloud,
“Would I hear the land scream?”
Listen; Silence deafeningly loud.

Trees chopped and wood shopped
As we greedily slap on our brands,
But through our materialism and money
Do we stop to see the blood on our hands?
Extinction rates rise as we drive nature to the brink,
Ice caps melt and rain-forests die,
Will we ever stop and think?!

It doesn’t have to be this way,
We can lay our weapons down.
Attempt to fix what we have done,
Plant seeds into the ground.
We cannot replace all we have lost.
Our achievements are many,
But earned at great cost.

© Elizabeth G. Lee

Thank you for reading that. It’s my first poem that I’ve felt brave enough post on here. Nature and the world we live in is super important and is something I think we should all cherish.

Stay well dudes,


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