Days of the week poem
On Monday , I walked to the Ballast Bank, I climbed the bumpy path to the top of the hill and my eyes got blinded be the stunning sunrise , I sat down on the cold , frosty bench, where I saw the bright, frothy-blue waves of the Firth of Clyde.
On Tuesday , I dreamed of the big huge waves on a summer night, the waves where sparkling in the big bright moon, the sea was as dark as charcoal, I was sitting on the soft deep sand there was turtles swimming in the freezing cold sea water.
On Wednesday , I tasted a very warm chocolate flavour, like
I was floating in boiling warm hot chocolate, my mouth melted because of how delicious it was,
On Thursday , I touched a snow wolfs fur it was so cold and soft that it was just
Like a pillow stuffed with cotton wool buds, I felt so safe.
On Friday , I heard a dolphin giggling at firth of Clide it jumped up and splashed me in the face it was as big as a four humans combined.
On Saturday , I found a Jaguar racing across the jungle like the world fastest racer.
On Sunday , I saw a black shiny crow fly off the very big bright green tree in Troon the crow squawked and tried to fly off and succeeded.
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