Brandon Life !

On Monday, I find a mysterious painted rock,

hidden in a green spiky bush hoping to be found.

On Tuesday, I walk through High Lodge,

through the loud, deafening musical forest, 

which danced in the wind. 

On Wednesday, I saw a lonely old man,

waving at me from the top of his window,

looking as sad as a defeated soldier. 

On Thursday, I visited market square, which had tons of fresh juicy fruits that is as round as a tennis ball

On Friday, I drive past the petrol station

 and smell the petrol that is as strong as the worst smell you can think of .

On Saturday, I hear the RAF jets flying over,

Booming, bold, bombers which are lively and loud,

so quick you can barely get a glimpse of them.

On Sunday, I have a dream that was scary,

I dreamt about waking up in a suspenseful forest,

in the middle of nothingness, deserted.