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I Want To Paint…

the bright, white full moon as big as a huge school shining above the blue, frothy ocean,

a green, grassy garden with beautiful flowers as tiny as woodlice in the flower bed,

the sunlight peeking through the monstrous, mighty windows of my house.

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

without constraint!

 

I want paint

a brother and sister chasing  ducks at Ackers Pit whilst the giant ducks wildly run around the pond,

the birds at Dunham Massey in their little nest keeping safe so they don’t lose any chicks,

a small chick sadly walking around a farm looking for its family.

 

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

I want to paint…

without constraint!

 

I want to paint

the purple peacocks running about in Walton Gardens looking for food from people that are there,

a garden full of giant and tiny animals making their way out,

the fish jumping up and down in a river making lots of ripples.

 

I want to paint the end of this poem.

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