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Seven things found in my adventure rucksack…by Rocco

In my rucksack I would take:

 

A glimmering sword to help me walk through the goblin’s dark gloomy cave.

 

A multicolored blanket to keep me warm during the rough, grey, winter days and leave me a joyful smile.

 

An everlasting bag of spinach to give me Hulk super-strength to be able to uppercut venomous creatures.

 

A unique pair of space boots, found on Saturn, that desorbs the disgusting slimy monsters trying to attack me.

 

A special, super-sized, peanut butter and raspberry jam sandwich that makes the ground sticky everytime you throw it.

 

A powerful, communicating torch that’s able to share precious information with every edge of the universe.

 

An extra large, super tasty, crunchy pizza to cheer me up every time I feel exhausted and to always remind me where I come from. 

The Dragon by Rocco

His eyes are deep black spheres,

staring at you

like a mischievous cat staring at a little mouse.

 

His skin is as rough as a tall tree bark,

living lonely in an english countryside. 

 

Life-threatening, over-powered, ferocious teeth

can slice through the harmless prey. 

 

His forked bloodthirsty tongue 

is like a colossal wave

waiting for the right moment to strike.

 

His body is red scarlet

like the boiling blood,

running through the veins of a soldier 

at the end of his battle.

 

His pointy tail curves in the air

like a shooting star swirls in the sky,

on a dark summer night.

You are my everything…..by Rocco

You are an old Canadian maple tree,

with red dancing leaves

in a wet autumn.

 

You are a beautiful headache

after a ride on the London Eye.

 

You are the smell of the grass

after a heavy rain in the Amazon rainforest.

 

You are the juicy Yorkshire pudding

on a Sunday roast, full of gravy.

 

You are the musical chirping of birds,

waking up the world at 6am.

 

You are a comfy blanket,

fluffy and feathered,

covering an old lady knees

sitting in front of the fire.

 

You are the courage of a child

who kicked the ball on the top bin of the San Siro.

 

You are the shining eyes

looking at the trail left by the shooting star,

on a hot summer’s night.

 

You are a funny face,

full of FAGE fat free yogurt,

forgotten in the fridge for 5 days.

 

You are a red strawberry,

a yellow banana,

an orange mango

of a refreshing smoothie.

 

You are the sunshine

that wakes up the Pacific Ocean

and wishes ” Good night” to the Mount Everest.

 

You are my dream of playing football,

like Zlatan Ibrahimovich,

in my beautiful Italy

surrounded by my family’s love.

 

You are my everything.