Colourful fireworks
Children stay up late
Pop the fireworks go.
Crispy leaves crack like biscuit
Leaves fall from trees
Crunch the leaves go under my feet.
Cutting pumpkin pie
Scrumptious Halloween sweets
Children dressing up.
Conkers bursting opened
Conkers as brown as chocolate
Green, spiky shells crack.
Bonfires crackle
Laughter fills the dense moist air
Roasted marshmallows.
Apple blossom blowing in the breeze,
Long grass swaying in the calm wind,
Sparrows singing in the distance.
Outside, lightening struck all around, striking cars and sizzling trees. Inside, light stood still surrounding the isolated chest. Joan Codwell rapped around her big warm coat. Frostbitten fingers struggling to get warm…
Waves dance in the wind.
Cherry trees ready to be picked.
Ice cream ready to melt.
Leaves fall of trees.
And children go back to school
Children get sweets.
Wet snow falls swiftly,
Bare branches twitch in the wind,
Christmas crackers crack.
Waves crash against shore,
Beautiful butterflies glide
Blossom falls like dust.
Sand glows like magic
The scent of sun cream lingers
flowers bloom slowly
Crispy leaves crunch
Pumpkins light up the night
Rain pours down like a waterfall
Christmas lights light up the sky
Roast dinner can be smelt
Presents are under the tree
Apple blossom blowing in the breeze,
Long grass swaying in the calm wind,
Sparrows singing in the distance.
The rotting dinosaur bones faded away into minute flakes
In the misty darkness
They lay quietly on the floor
Like chocolate flakes on an ice cream
The glistening bones shone in the sparkling moonlight
Like a rainbow
The leaf is slimy like a snakeskin in a frozen rainforest
The leaf’s veins longingly reach out to the end of the delicate hallway
The bike that was in the trash for days and it is not to be made again.
The bike that has never been used before.
The bike that diednte even ride.
The bike that dusant want to go enywere .
The bike theate didant do anything.
The lonely, rusty bike has not been
ridden for a long time.
The enchanted bell with terrific memories
dings like a musical instrument.
The filthy saddle needs someone to take
care of it and wash it.
The wheels wish it could spin
more often like a fidget spinner.
The abandoned bike leans gloomily against
the fence.
When you look at the wheels it takes me back
to amazing times with my bike.
Riding with my cousins, riding to the mead,
reminds me of France and family.
Elephant
The gigantic elephant
roaming the African savannah,
Its trunk like a fountain keeping you cool,
Its eyes as small as stars,
The ears as big as a beach ball,
Its tail waved side to side
Its tusks as sharp as a dagger.
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