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Who are we?

You are a tickling breeze whipping up the leaves.

You are slippery Ice beneath my feet.

You are a wooly jumper making me cozy and warm.

You are the hazy sunshine in the winter sky.

You are the crashing waves on the shore.

You are a gliding eagle hunting for your tea.

You are a tree Weighted down with snow.

You are Winter!

I am me.

I am as quiet as a night-ninja bat.

I am growing like a weed.

I am shy like a mouse.

I am cleverer than I know, my mum told me so.

I am often distracted, by anything and everything.

I am sometimes not listening, my daydreams take over.

I am always wondering, Who? What? How? Why?

I am always trying to be as good as gold.

I am often scared, like a cub looking in the face of a big bull with horns.

I am safe with my big, long bearded dad.

I am safe with my kind, lunatic mum.

I am safe with my nice, loving big sister.

I am safe with my best friend Archie.

I am safe at school with my excellent teachers.

I am kind.

I am brave.

I am honest.

I am loved.

I am lucky.

I am me.

 

Rainbow

Red is the colour of love let the people share it.

Orange is the colour of a fox ready to pounce on it’s pray.

Yellow is the colour of the sun and how it shines down on us.

Green is the colour of nature let the butterfly’s come through you.

Blue is the colour of the ocean watch the dolphins fly through the air.

purple is the colour of a twilight sky watch the sunset.

pink is the colour at the end of the rainbow every colour means something.

You Are A?

You are a horse horse galloping in the moonlight.

You are a fairy fluttering your wings in the early morning sun.

You are a seagull stomping on the sea shore.

You are a cow munching the luscious green grass.

You are a black cat roaming the streets in the sharp shadows.

You are a silent scream echoing in the deep dark woods.

You are the eye of a tiger, poised ready to pounce.

You are a crystal clear piece of sea glass found in the fascinating rock pools.

You are, the end…

You are…

You are a footballer about to lift the trophy

full of excitement, pride, and joy.

 

You are a monkey leaping between the trees in the rainforest

like a gymnast on the trapeze.

 

You are a badger scurrying around the

soft leaf-litter covered forest floor

of Cockington woods.

 

You are a tall tree in the middle of the Sahara Desert

about to topple onto Tim the tiny turtle.

 

You are a giraffe munching on some

crunchy leaves off the tallest tree.

 

You are a child in boring science class

twiddling your thumbs.

 

You are a panda in the rainforest with

the warm rain drizzling down your back.

 

You are a tourist staring up at the

humongous reddish Eiffel Tower looming above you.

 

You are spring with the

flowers growing

the wind blowing

and the farmer sowing.

 

You are the number 22 with

two little ducks.

You are

You are the wings of an Atlantic puffin

gliding swiftly along the bright blue sky

like a tiger striking its prey.

 

You are the old and dusty Gameboy

that was played with everyday

sitting at the back of a shelf with old belongings.

 

You are the chipped and rusty ford mark1

that’s not treasured and loved

falling apart and mistreated.

 

You are the super, sonic Concorde

which once soared through the air

but is too pricey to use sits on the ground once again.

 

You are the new, amazing and fast Lamborghini

always being raced up the M5.

 

You are the old acoustic guitar

bearing rusty and snapped strings.

 

You are the radio controlled Subaru Impreza

battered from play surely it had seen better days.