should we let dragons in to Sutton?
We have been discussing weather if not dragons should be allowed in Sutton or not.
This is a big topic at the moment because there are football dragons roaming the pitches which scars the fans and players!
Many people believe that they will be great friends and fun to play with each other.
On the other hand some people say that football dragons will rune games and course a world wide fight other them!
I want to paint nature’s call
I want to paint the sound of birds singing in the wind
The smile of a toucan whistling in the treetops
The beauty of a hummingbird hatching like a baby finding its mum
The sight of a duck trying its best to dive in the cold blue surface of a lake
The sight of a bird’s first flight
I want to paint the beauty of nature.
Matt noticed a venerable book slumped in an ancient oak wood bookshelf : its thick jet black coloured shell, worn away but still lively, a sign that it had been warm -heartedly loved for a long time; the pages seemed faded beyond recyclable; the pages sadly stained with sunflower yellow and the edges of the book rounded off.
”I see you have found it,”grumbled a mysterious voice as a dark figure dragged themselves out of the shadows.The figure took a daring look at Matt before his eyes swiftly swiped back to book ; he hoped Matt had gone no further than holding it. Matt snatched a mouthful of air, hammered the book closed, took a glimpse at the owner and suddenly stopped. He was a middle aged man, wrapped in a rug sized cloak , his eyes were emerald. His shoulder was covered with a white barn owl which dubiously shook its head.
”My name is Chiron Ciano,”he stated. “Welcome.”
A door is a portal to an undiscovered wonderland or a cursed trap to nothing less were you will be sadly stuck.
A door is a part of nature a wonderful little place we’re all of the big and small trees jump out the ground to race.
A door is a pathway to the future we’re reality will hit you hard and there will be a deep darkness that you’ll dive into.
A door is the end of everything or it could be the mighty saviour of the world.
A door can be anything, anything it may be I hoped you liked this poem read it again with glee.
Go and open a window of happiness,
to hear and feel the hollowness of the whiney wind blowing against your radish red face.
Go and open a cupboard of crack ness,
there might be a shattered mirror fixed with the click of a finger or crushed into saddened sand granules.
Go and open your curtains of curses,
you’ll let the daylight hype up your house or let a tiny curling candle flame radiate the night sky.
Go and open a pack of sweets,
maybe the strong sourness will burn your tongue with evilness or the soothing sweetness will calm your throat with glee.
Go and open a terrific tank of petrol,
you might find yourself in a deep dark pain after the petrifying petrol sadly splashed in your eerie eye.
Go and open a window of happiness,
to hear and feel the hollowness of the whiney wind blowing against your radish red face.
Go and open a cupboard of crack ness,
there might be a shattered mirror fixed with the click of a finger or crushed into saddened sand granules.
Go and open your curtains of curses,
you’ll let the daylight hype up your house or let a tiny curling candle flame radiate the night sky.
Go and open a pack of sweets,
maybe the strong sourness will burn your tongue with evilness or the soothing sweetness will calm your throat with glee.
Go and open a terrific tank of petrol,
you might find yourself in a deep dark pain after the petrifying petrol sadly splashed in your eerie eye.
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