Bob ran down the road but he fell over.
The thunder roared while the hobbits hid.
Bilbo slept in a cave before the goblins attacked.
The cart came to a wheezing halt as Gandalf strode into the hobbits hole.
Jim was interested in the idea when he rang his friend.
Owls are nocturnal and This means they are active at night since they have excellent eyesight.
I wore the red mask and saw,
Field of poppies blooming,
Fire flaming fiercely,
And blood dripping from a nasty cut.
I wore the Green mask and saw,
Glimmering Emeralds in tight caves,
Green apples dangling from trees,
And frogs leaping from lily pad to lily pad.
I wore the Black mask and saw,
A black cat in the streets at midnight,
Ravens flying wildly for tower to tower,
And witches hat being flown around in the night.
I wore the yellow mask and saw,
Corn growing rapidly on a crop farm,
Sunflower seeds dropping for the birds to eat,
And the yellow sun beaming for all to see.
I wore the blue mask and saw,
Oceans waves crashing against the rocks,
The baby blue sky covered in grim clouds,
And blueberries growing in the wilderness.
I wore a blue mask and saw
a diamond blue eye staring at me
an eagle gliding through the sky
and the really cold sea.
I was searching through my dark and dusty attic. I found four masks covered in cobwebs; one scarlet, one navy, one green and one violet.
I wore the red mask and saw lion’s roaring and the sound of flames filled with rage.
I wore the blue mask and saw the Pacific Ocean, I heard the amazing sound of whales.
I wore the green mask and saw grass and heard the sound of crickets hoping threw threw the air.
Lastly, I wore the violet mask and saw beautiful purple roses and heard the sound of a nice, calm breeze.
Beautiful Bluebell
I’d like you to imagine the lushest blue bell sweet smelling like expensive perfume .
I’d like you to hold the dark beautiful purple and blue petals as delicately as a precious jewel .
I’d like you to call this blue bell your beautiful blue bell .
Has your bluebell ever ate pizza?
Could your bluebell ride a skateboard at a park?
Did your bluebell go to long rock beach ?
Does your bluebell have a friend?
Has your bluebell been to a butcher shop?
Would your bluebell sneeze?
Does your bluebell hang out in an art gallery?
When will your bluebell next go to the hairdresser?
Has your bluebell danced?
Is your bluebell one in a million?
Outside, Sol gave off a radiant, scorching heat as it very slowly approached Earth, searing the crust.
Inside, it was warm and calming despite the impending demise that weighed on the minds of humanity, that the solar system’s sun was advancing towards the planet.
Outside, it was calm and beautiful, the moon glimmering as it cast its light on the ground.
Inside, there was pure bloodshed, many driven to insanity and either beating anyone they could see to a silhouette on the floor, passing out or being attacked.
Inside, the family was sleeping peacefully, their slumbers serene and undisrupted.
Outside, there was a strange person watching them through the window, knocking louder and louder every time they didn’t get a response.
Outside, all was falling as Luna drifted away from Earth, causing the night to run black.
Inside, the lights were dim but comforting, making a peaceful environment.
Inside, the building was safe and filled to the brim with joy.
Outside, the air was ridden with smoke, which would choke and blind any who dared open any windows or doors.
Outside,the gloomy earth skipped around
The radiated sun.
Inside,the dark house cut off the
The beaming sun.
Outside,the gracious moon beamed in
the blurry window.
Inside,the merciful curtains blocked
The ugly moons beams from the moonlight.
Outside,the beautiful clouds formed
Into weird animals like clouds.
Inside,the ugly clouds form into
Dark clouds.
Outside,the pretty stars shone in black
Sky.
Inside,the ugly stars broke the darkness.
Outside,the bloomy moon shone like a lightbulb.
Inside,the dirty moon broke the blurry windows.
Un seen nature
It doesn’t have to be
a shiny meat lump in a glorious pasty
or the dance of the fast wind shaking sycamore trees branches
or up in an oak a nut-thief standing and stuffing nuts in his mouth
It could be
the satisfying squelch of the dark mud in Trevaylor woods
or the shape of clouds that you think you know what it looks like
or how the green lush grass dances like a child dancing outside in the rain.
Look close.
See the patterns.
Notice the colours.
As soon as smiley Mr softy galloped into class seven,the familiar room
immediately appeared to turn colourful .He was tall with a
weird stare rather like an happy cat.
“Settle down children,” said the new teacher,”I am not used to being
loud.”
As soon as the smiley Mr Hardy skipped into class seven, the familiar room immediately appeared to turn joyous. He was kind with a soft gaze, rather like a puppy.
‘Come on now, children,’ exclaimed the new teacher happily, ‘we’ll need to get started on English!’
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