In the afternoon, the teacher stopped at a local shop, picked up a book normally and ran towards his house.
Astronauts job
I’d like you to imagine ,the glistening moonlight sparkling in the deep of the darkness. I’d like you to hold ,the polished moon while it reflects of the bright of the light. I’d like you to call this glistening moon yours and keep it as your very own pet. Does your moon smile like happy ,excited people? Does your moon get tieded from just sitting there all day (it sounds pretty boring to me). Can your moon talk to the astronaut so they can keep intouch .? Does your moon go to the hairdresses evry 6 moths ? Does your moon have hair?
The shimmering Raindrop
I’d like you to Imagine the clearest Raindrop that shimmers in the light of the sun.
I’d like you to hold this Raindrop in your mind with the intention to hold a little puppy or any small animal.
I’d like you to name this Raindrop, your Raindrop.
Now please fill out this survey:
What is your Raindrops favourite book?
Is your Raindrop famous for dancing on clouds?
Does your Raindrop enjoy the summer?
What is your Raindrops favourite colour?
What does it do for fun?
Does your Raindrop Shimmer in the sun?
Is your Raindrop a well known one?
Does your Raindrop try to avoid others?
Why does your Raindrop jump from cloud to cloud?
Has your Raindrop ever gotten bored at school?
Does your Raindrop enjoy being your friend?
May i be your Raindrops friend as well?
When is your Raindrops birthday?
Does your Raindrop celebrate with family?
What does your Raindrop do for a living?
Notice
It doesn’t have to be The view of the sea to see when stood on the gentle sleeping giant of Mulfra or the dawn course like a natural alarm clock set to no certain time who won comforting cosy quiet stretching cross valleys as the Sun hides behind the horizon as if settling for bed.
It could be the everlasting drizzle soaking you as wet as a lily floating in a pond or the Morland singing the song of the wild wind drifting across the sea and the land sneaky sky-robber nipping chips before seaching for more as you sit on the prom looking out of the everlasting sea.
Just take time to wonder at the ivy spreading its heart leaves across the cold granite wall sitting and waiting, Listen to the breathing of the sea like a endlessly-sleeping child waiting for the morning, Feel the humming of a sycamore whispering in a silent voice as we wondered down a dirt path unhearing and unknowing ,Be one to notice, answer the storm’s call and just take time to notice.
My summer break By Grace
On Monday, I found a discarded bit of rubbish left out on the roadside it was sitting there waiting in the lukewarm sun.
On Tuesday, I walked to Rivington taking in the scenery as I went on with my journey. There was a cold breeze in the air as for the grey clouds in the sky.
On Wednesday, I saw the mucky canal that traveled throughout the town. It bent and curved underneath many bridges.
On Thursday, I touched an old memorial to think about all the people who fought in the war for us and our country in the great wars.
On Friday, I tasted the fresh delicious ice cream from Fredrick’s in the warm summer sun while i watched as the cars zoomed past me.
On Saturday, I heard the chirping of a robin in the trees above me as i took a stroll in a park with the grey clouds in the sky.
On Sunday, I dreamed of a forest full of trees, wild flowers and plants of all sorts. As i walked through it the trees blocked the sun from view so a green coloured light surrounded me.
Secret things
On Monday, I glimpsed sparkling bright yellow stars floating softly across the bright black sky.
On Tuesday, I saw a curious flame-orange and cloud-white fox roaming around in the darkest lime-green grass.
On Wednesday, I watched the bare trees swaying in the wind like a dancer swaying their arms to the music.
On Thursday I stared at the snow-white, cuddly clouds like candy floss fluffy gliding in the sky.
On Friday, I found the tallest, prettiest flower smiling at the lemon yellow, flaming sun.
On Saturday, I threw a silver, glamorous, grey rock across the sparkling river.
On Sunday, I stole a glance at a brown and white curious bunny as dreamy as a fluffy drifting cloud.
Hidden but not hidden…
On Monday, I ran my fingers through diamond water as soft as hair from a month old baby but as fast as an hour glass.
On Tuesday, I watched a figure of a fox darting through a field,as if late for dinner, chatting on his hurried way home to the bracken like an old friend.
On Wednesday, I heard a lonely woodpecker creating her home or searching desperately for food as she thinks of her future family.
On Thursday, I found a river dragon basking in the warm sun, flat on its belly, disguised with gemstone scales. As a brown oak reveals his location by bending and twisting his branches, shining the sun on his small body.
On Friday, I dashed across the river-crossing. As I slip, tall beech trees laugh. I stand up and wander down the path – the beach trees fall silent.
On Saturday I dreamed of woods: where magic thrives and animals make homes; a wood where magic and non-magic meet; a sunny woods of tall beech trees and great oaks.
On Sunday, I felt the warmth of the sun smiling down through the branches of dancing trees like a warm blanket covering my sorrows, lifting my worries and regrets away.
Mr Hardy
As soon as he walked through the door people looked at the door. Mr Hardy introduce himself to the class. He was more cheerful than the last teacher that they had before mr hardy.
Mr Hardy said everyone please be quiet complete silence filled the room he began to say i’ve heard good things about this class .
Hidden but not hidden
Hidden but not hidden…
On Monday, I ran my fingers through diamond water as soft as hair from a month old baby but as fast as an hour glass.
On Tuesday, I watched a figure of a fox darting through a field,as if late for dinner, chatting on his hurried way home to the bracken like an old friend.
On Wednesday, I heard a lonely woodpecker creating her home or searching desperately for food as she thinks of her future family.
On Thursday, I found a river dragon basking in the warm sun, flat on its belly, disguised with gemstone scales. As a brown oak reveals his location by bending and twisting his branches, shining the sun on his small body.
On Friday, I dashed across the river-crossing. As I slip, tall beech trees laugh. I stand up and wander down the path – the beach trees fall silent.
On Saturday I dreamed of woods: where magic thrives and animals make homes; a wood where magic and non-magic meet; a sunny woods of tall beech trees and great oaks.
On Sunday,I felt the warmth of the sun smiling through the branches of dancing trees like trike a warm blanket covering my sorrows lifting all my worries and regrets away.
Outside inside
Outside, the children huddled to keep warm while the cold wind blew. Inside, the fire blazed as the rain bolted down.
Outside, the children played in the water with the sun blazing on them. Inside, the windows stood open as the warm air blew in.
Outside, the snow fell lightly and slow as the end of winter came soon. Inside, a child watched as the snow fell and watched the kids play with each other.
Outside, the sun shone bright over the cottages and parks. Inside the children woke as morning had just arrived.
Outside, the cold breeze blew as icicles broke. Inside, a warm drink of hot chocolate awaited those who wanted it.
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