My eldest daughter enjoys writing poetry. She is seeking advice from me (and therefore I from you, gentle readers) for poetry contests or venues for young people to exercise their talents to verse. She dashed this off on the bus on the way home from school:

When I could run

through fields beneath the sun.

The wildflowers abounding

cry of the eagleĀ  resounding

Never a worry, never a care;

as I leaped through the air.