You are a tasty apple

hanging on the tree branch

waiting to be picked.

You are a speedy cheetah

as quick as a flash

running through the weaving grass.

You are Burston Primary School

a hub of learning

a fun place to be.

You are a cliff

with rocks falling off

crashing down in a tornado.

You are a sneaky, silent ninja

creeping in the dark

putting the bad guys in jail.

You are the feeling of happiness

a smile spreading over my face

a warmth growing inside.

You are a Friday

the smell of fish and chips

and a long weekend ahead.

You are a my muscles

strong and sturdy

helping me lift things.

You are a tornado

spinning around like fire

sucking up the earth.

You are the memories in my heart

Reminding me what to do

and what not to do.