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The Autumnal Fox.

The Autumnal Fox.

The Autumnal fox leaps in the air,
Swiftly, landing on an ancient chair.
It places a great white paw on a rug,
Quickly, catching a small, tiny bug.
The floorboards creak under its weight,
It hurriedly leaps into a crate.
The Fox gazes at the flames of a fire,
It stands up, rising higher and higher.
It leaps and leaps against the flames,
Dancing and dancing, through the lanes.

A clean cover.

Green describes me.
It’s the freshness of a soft mint, with a clean cover.
It’s the bounciness of a frog with a mixture of the game; Leap frog.
But it has rage as it burns against the sunlight of autumn,
Green blossoms in Easter,
People play on slick-wet grass, whilst eating sweet things.
It’s the colour that sits on the crown of the environment.
Green.

Black describes me.
It’s the colour of darkness on a clean night,
When, the clouds are clear and the brightness within shows.
It’s the shadow inside of your gut.
The colour of darkness.
Black.

Colours describe me

Yellow describes me.
The feeling of the blazing and burning sun.
The taste of a fiery, hot potato.
The silkiness of bright mellow yellow paint.
The bounciness of the shade of joy.
Yellow.

Blue describes me.
The kaleidoscope of berry blue butterflies swarming the air.
The brightness of clean sky.
The roughness and beauty of the aqua ocean.
The feeling of dry water.
Blue.

Nothing is the same.

Nothing is the same.
The bitterness of frost,
The sweetness of a hug,
The life of a horse,
The texture of a knitted rug.

The squelch in my boots,
The droplets of rain,
The feeling of the wind,
The hurt in an old-fashioned cane.

The tips of my fingers,
The scent of fresh cake,
The water in the sea,
The fish in a lake.

The sheep in a cattle,
The ball from a game,
The years in a life,
Nothing is the same.

Eyes of Salt

The smell of fresh apple eyes,
While looking through my sea salty eyes,
With freckles on my nose,
Someone takes a picture of me while I pose.

On the ride at Disney land,
When everybody else is watching the marching band,
Watching the parade through the town,
As I see the roller coasters go up and down.

The sound of cars whizzing past,
The motorbikes make lots of noise while going fast,
Through the tunnel of trees,
Bikes storm over the roots with plenty of ease.

The clouds make shapes in sky,
While my mouth goes dry,
My dog goes to sleep,
Every so often having a little peep.

 

 

 

How to paint a Pegasus. By Maya

How to paint Pegasus…

 

Use an expensive brush

of gold and leather,

the brush part,

as smooth as silk,

as calming as songs,

 

Swiftly flow the paintbrush,

A curved top, a straight-line,

moving it down and around,

making the back and carrying it down.

 

Making the leg, 

curving it round,

ending it,

shading it.

 

Repeat this calming move,

three more times,

making it look 3-d,

doing it,

moving it,

feeling it.

 

At the end of the last one,

bend the body back up,

slide it out, 

and around,

curving to join it up.

 

Add in a mouth of diamond teeth,

an eye,

or two, 

depending on the view,

shade them in green,

or black, or blue.

 

Place ears,

pointy as knifes,

bendy as love.

 

Penultimately,

add hair,

a mane,

a tail,

as floppy as futures,

as bumpy as white horses.

 

Finally,

swoosh some wings,

patterned or plain,

make sure this creature,

knows its artist’s name…

 

I would be a dolphin- by Maya

Which creature would you be?

Today I’d choose a dolphin. A playful being dancing in the crashing whitehorses, crumbling over with white foaming tops like an erupting volcano.

 

My blubber slippery like a marble floor, that has just been cleaned,

My charcoal eyes, beady and shiny,

My shaped tail that flops over like a bending piece of tissue paper,

 

The rocks, like a maze of sharpness, have limpets plastering the rocks like freckles plastering your face. I swim around the maze and perform moves that amaze the eyes of watchers passing by.

 

My heart as kind as ever,

My sole as playful as usual,

My memories that float in my mind, staying, not going.

 

I sniff the salty air,

I taste the willing sent of fish,

I see the gang of dolphins dancing about.

 

I would be a playful dolphin, loving life like it could never be better….

Being a cocker spaniel by Poppy

My paws bounce down the street as I jump and wag my tail at a new smell.

I take a huge sniff and wag my tail with happiness.

I stop and quickly sniff again. 

I know that smell so well I can almost taste it.

I bound down the road, freedom running through my fur. 

My ears flap in the wind and I shake off the flies in my face.

I leap over a squirrel, almost distracted by its unusual scent.

I run and bark and skid, risking my life, anything for this dog.

I halt and sit. I pant hard and I stare at the black dog perching in front of me.

Its scruffy ears twitch and its almost ginger moustache looks wet. 

It tilts its head. That’s Jet alright. 

I stare at my human’s legs. I glance up, ready to see her red face from running.

Instead, she grins at me, I pant at her. 

My tale wags as fast as lightning. It thumps on the ground making a loud thwacking noise.

I stare at the dog again. It’s face moves and it starts to pant as well.

I start to bound up to some trees and I can see the tiny dog following behind.

We zoom round in circles and I sniff. I sniff again. I can smell another dog.

A labrador this time.

Being a cocker spaniel by Poppy

My paws bounce down the street as I jump and wag my tail at a new smell.

I take a huge sniff and wag my tail with happiness.

I stop and quickly sniff again. 

I know that smell so well I can almost taste it.

I bound down the road, freedom running through my fur. 

My ears flap in the wind and I shake off the flies in my face.

I leap over a squirrel, almost distracted by its unusual scent.

I run and bark and skid, risking my life, anything for this dog.

I halt and sit. I pant hard and I stare at the black dog perching in front of me.

Its scruffy ears twitch and its almost ginger moustache looks wet. 

It tilts its head. That’s Jet alright. 

I stare at my human’s legs. I glance up, ready to see her red face from running.

Instead, she grins at me, I pant at her. 

My tale wags as fast as lightning. It thumps on the ground making a loud thwacking noise.

I stare at the dog again. It’s face moves and it starts to pant as well.

I start to bound up to some trees and I can see the tiny dog following behind.

We zoom round in circles and I sniff. I sniff again. I can smell another dog.

A labrador this time.

Being a cocker spaniel by Poppy

My paws bounce down the street as I jump and wag my tail at a new smell.

I take a huge sniff and wag my tail with happiness.

I stop and quickly sniff again. 

I know that smell so well I can almost taste it.

I bound down the road, freedom running through my fur. 

My ears flap in the wind and I shake off the flies in my face.

I leap over a squirrel, almost distracted by its unusual scent.

I run and bark and skid, risking my life, anything for this dog.

I halt and sit. I pant hard and I stare at the black dog perching in front of me.

Its scruffy ears twitch and its almost ginger moustache looks wet. 

It tilts its head. That’s Jet alright. 

I stare at my human’s legs. I glance up, ready to see her red face from running.

Instead, she grins at me, I pant at her. 

My tale wags as fast as lightning. It thumps on the ground making a loud thwacking noise.

I stare at the dog again. It’s face moves and it starts to pant as well.

I start to bound up to some trees and I can see the tiny dog following behind.

We zoom round in circles and I sniff. I sniff again. I can smell another dog.

A labrador this time.