Bob ran down the road before he fell over.
The thunder roared as the Hobbits hid.
Owls are nocturnal, because they are active at night, also they have excellent eye site.
Joe was happy about the conversation because he solved a problem.
The dog creepily walked into his owner’s bedroom before he ate his bone.
Outside, the sun shone as I unfasten my curtains. Inside, my wardrobe all my clothes dangle like crystals.
Above, my head proud cities stand like soldiers. Below, my exhausted feet rapidly run.
Beside me, my friends always stand. Away from me, my lost ones still encourage me to to do my best.
Outside, nature travels far and wide as we discover. Inside, my imagination fills my dreams with joy fullness.
In front of me, my dreams awaken with every little step. Behind me, mean comments weight my back as I carry on.
Take in the beauty of a penguin chick perched on the endless white blanket, alone.
Scatter the ancient pages of a lost book found from a mysterious island engulfed by palm trees.
Put the wind-borne wings of a golden eagle onto a lonely lion.
Blend in the cracks of an earthquake with the roaring rage of a tsunami.
Pour in the ancient tusks of a forgotten friend, with the icy summit of Mount Everest.
Marvel at the famous footballer as he kicks the crying ball into the goal.
I am the smell of the freshly cut green grass tickling the sides of my ankle.
I am the screams of joy and cheers of happiness when a goal is scored.
I am the lick of brown mud slithering on my berry red football boots.
I am the radiating smile from my Dad when he sees me the kick the round football.
I am the stretch of the red laces holding tightly on my boots.
I am the wet drop of sweat running down my forehead.
I am the soft shiny material of the football kit rubbing on my skin.
I am the cloud white lines painted on the football pitch.
I am the ice cold wetness of my drink running down my throat.
I am the whisper of the coach at the team talk.
I am the shiny trophy sparkling in the sun, when the game is won.
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