One cold, starless night in Briton Castle, people were scurrying to get out of the pouring rain. They were trying to find fire and they were hungry. Sitting around the gold, red fire, they started to dry, as they looked around the big, shadowy room.
The Polar Bears by JackC
The polar bear’s ears are like a triangle.
The ears are like a dark night.
The fur is like a soft cushion
The razor sharp teeth, waiting to chew.
The polar bear’s shield is its cubs.
The Beautiful Poem by JackC
You are as cold as freezing September. You are a ice block in December. You are a horse-shoe stranded in the middle of the ocean.
You are an alien abandoned on a soft, creepy planet.
You are a smell of a beautiful flower in a dark forest.
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