I walked out into my garden and noticed that my gnome had hardened I heard a bird that could sing and saw a bee with a terrible sting. My flowers smelt so nice then I slipped on a piece of ice into the flower patch I reached for something to catch I caught a glimpse of a pretty swallow dancing in a tree so hollow I then fell down and hurt myself. Then I woke up and bumped my shelf I started rolling out of bed so I went out to my garden shed when I got there something charged at me then I heard a bee say "Goodbye be free".
I wrote this when I was eleven, so its not the poems fault if its not that good.