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You are

You are a dark shadow in a

dark box in the middle of a forest.

 

You are Amazing girl in

a star shining in the sky

 

 

You are an unbrella

in the rain.

You are…

You are like a  pole bear in the freezing cold arctic.

You are a snake crossing the dry desert.

You are the smell of a beautiful bath bom.
Evie and Bailey cps

The Poems

You are the pot of gold at the end of a glistening, sparkly rainbow high in the sky.
You are a bird flying in the bright, blue sky carrying a wiggly, juicy worm.
You are the sound of kids playing and laughing in the crumbly sand pit.
You are a tree, growing from the underground to become green, luscious and bright.

You are….

You are a  miniature giraffe trying to make his way up to the large ancient tree with juicy leafs.

You are the smell of freshly cut grass on a drizzly wet day in the summer.

You are the distance between the sun and the moon rotating around the earth.

You are Evolution ready to catch the next species of animal.

You are as cold as an ice bath outside a snowy winters morning.

You are the sound of a busy classroom on the last day of school.

You are the sight of a sunflower grinning as the first snowflake coming down.

You are the touch of a bath bomb exploding in your grasp.

You are the taste of a steaming hot sausage on a Sunday morning.

You are DNA winding around the body confused about your personality.

You are a freshly cut rose separated from your family.

You are…

You are a monkey dangling on the tree.

You are as white as the clouds floating by like a fluffy spaceship.

You are the smell as a dump of chicken poo.

You are so squeaky like peppa pig sliding down a lever sofa.

You are as thin as a pencil.

You are as a hot as the oven door when I walk past it on a winters day.

You are as yellow as a bright sunflower shining in the sun.

You are as taste galaxy chocolate.

You are the touch as a bath bomb fizzing against ur skin.

You are as bony as a chicken leg getting thrown in the bin at KFC.

You are as spikey as a hedgehog.

You are a summers day melting on my finger tips.

You are a spider crawling up my back.

Imagination Museum By Liam N and Morgan

You are a block of concrete, containing the valuables of the earth.

You are a golden monkey, standing in a position unknown to all.

You are a painting, hanging from the old, cracking pillar.

You are the oldest computer, gathering and collecting dust.

You are a vase, fading in the clear glass box.

You are a fossil, rotting and eating the limited air in the glistening cuboid.

You are a cave drawing, full of blue and green scribbles and drawings.

You are a stromatolite, missing your home on the beach front.

You are an a thousand year old tree, losing your leaves for the thousandths time.

You are the notebook of Charles Darwin, crumpling and disintegrating.

You are a plastic caveman, raising your club to defeat you plastic enemy.

You are closing down, making the kids sad.

You are the end.