October-What is poem


What is light? A peacocks feather, happiness and a babies hand.

What is heavy? Sadness as tears drop, bricks piled on each other and a house one a hill.

What is glittery? My friends pencil case, a rainbow that just appeared and a

 t-shirt on sale.

What is pale? Vampires skin, a wobbly tooth and the leaves during October.

What is wet? My hair after a shower, my brother’s swimmers and the grass after the storm.

What is dry? My pancakes without chocolate spread, wellies before the storm and leaves off the willow tree.

What is quiet? A mouse’s squeak, pages flipping and a dog drinking the icy water.

What is loud? A lion’s roar, people shrieking and the typing of an office worker.

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