The Poems

You are the pot of gold at the end of a glistening, sparkly rainbow high in the sky.
You are a bird flying in the bright, blue sky carrying a wiggly, juicy worm.
You are the sound of kids playing and laughing in the crumbly sand pit.
You are a tree, growing from the underground to become green, luscious and bright.

2 Responses to “The Poems”

  1. You’ve extended and developed each of your ideas just like Pie’s examples. Beautiful poem!

  2. Beautiful Cattclife primary school

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