Life in Brandon 

On Monday, I find a hidden Brandon rock

it glistened in the sunlight 

its shiny shell waved at me, 

luring me to discover more. 

On Tuesday, I walk through the fields 

while the sun was shining and the wind was warm,

I smelt the fresh scent of newly cut grass hovering around 

the blue clear sky as it was dancing in the wispy wind.

On Wednesday, I saw a stag

with its enormous, golden, smooth antlers 

and its tawny brown coat with its dark as chocolate eyes 

that shine in the sunlight and make people’s dreams come true. 

On Thursday, I touch the ruins of the Abbey 

that sat in Bury st Edmunds 

while i thought of the past that it had 

and i saw the beauty that it had to hold and the creatures 

that it attracted. 

On Friday, I smell fish and chips 

from the local chip shop

and the intriguing smell luring people in

and making people stomachs grumble from the amazing smell 

On Saturday, I hear children laughing 

in the local park while they’re having fun and playing with their friends

 enjoying the part of their childhood they have left.

On Sunday, I dream of a fairy and a forest, a canary and a cake, a summer and a sum, a bee and a bouquet, a hand and a hat and a house on fire.