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Seasons by Oakleigh

Snow melts in the sunlight.

Ice slips off grey roofs.

Cold air makes you shiver.

 

Waves creep and crash.

Sneaky crabs wobble on yellow sand.

Hot and spicy rays of sunshine.

 

Conkers fall from trees like hard boiled eggs.

Glorious pumpkin pie.

Fireworks blast into a black sky.

 

The Bike by Oakleigh

The old bike is balancing by the skinny trunk of a tree

The muddy saddle is sad and empty .

The stone gnome is resting on the mouldy handlebars.

Dead grass and weeds cover the rusty frame.

Wheels waiting to move again.