Our last Poem of the Week in this academic year is our first by one of our own pupils, Benjamin Russell, winner of this year's Senior Poetry Prize.
Windwheels
Winding our way through terraced wine groves and cork-trees,
a fleeting glimpse of this other form of life
from behind protective glass of course.
Gazing down on the rows of yellow flecked scrub
baking
and to our right, white-capped hills:
each windmill like a toy set down by giant children
as they knelt to pick the wild flowers,
the meadows' sparkling teeth.
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