I met a girl called Summer,

Her golden, sandy hair blew in the fresh air

Her eyes were tranquil, waveless ocean

She wore a stunning, crocheted sunhat

As she meditated having a tropical drink in the flaming heatwave

I met a woman called Space,

Her temper exploded and put together a supernova

Her hair blew as quick as a comet through the sky

Her eyes were the Solar System with all the planets

Her heart was a supernova of love and she had jurisdiction over the galaxy and stars.

I met a boy called Winter,

His palm burned with frost underneath his crocheted gloves

His hair was turquoise with white highlights like a snowflake on a frosty day

His hair blew as quick as a snowball in a snowball fight.

I met myself,

Standing there thinking of all my talents

And what makes me: A great drawer, a lover of penguins, I love reading, respecting everyone

By Lottie

Year 6