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A ferret and A dog.

A ferret and A dog.

My ferret is on my bed and my dog is next to my bed. as my dog jumps up on my bed my ferret gets frightened my do feels bad so she liked her.

As we all went out we saw a field [my ferret and my dog] ran in the big field  of sun flowers ,daisy’s . The trees blew the wind growled the birds sing as the bees buzz.

The river was sparkly  the wind was blowing and the water splashing paws of them swimming then we went home and fell asleep to repeat in the morning .

The swaying tree

I want to paint-a tree swaying and dancing in the darkness with all the little white glowing stars ,                  I want to paint-daisy’s slowly growing in the spotlight of the beautiful lamp post bringing a orange light and petals flying peacefully down the road,                                                                                                                    I want to paint-a bus slowly and smoothly driving down the road surrounded by a forest flowers,                  I want to paint-the moon rising from earths bottom and my granddad walking my big husky who should be asleep by now

 

I want to paint the world

I want to paint the taste of an big blue donut.

I want to taste the taste of a big pizza.

I want to paint the taste of a big fluffy kitten.

I want to paint a bright red plane flying through the sky

I want to paint the yellow sand with the big deep blue ocean

I want to paint the sound of a slithering snake

The Safari

As the sun rose,
And the animals awake,
The golden grass starts to sway,
The baby animals start to head to the lake,
Behind them their ginormous parents make a quake,
As they reach the river,
The take a slurp,
While the birds love to chirp,
As some giraffes eat their leaves,
And zebras eat the grass,
The sun goes down,
Its bedtime for all the animals,
All around...
Shhhh!

Sandy Pyramids

I want to paint the sandy Egypt pyramids hissing in the wind, I want to want the golden Egypt Cat statues. I want to paint The Egypt cat pyramids hissing in the wind or i want to paint the first king in Egypt (Narmer).

The Safari

As the sun rose,
And the animals awake,
The golden grass starts to sway,
The baby animals start to head to the lake,
Behind them their ginormous parents make a quake,
As they reach the river,
The take a slurp,
While the birds love to chirp,
As some giraffes eat their leaves,
And zebras eat the grass,
The sun goes down,
Its bedtime for all the animals,
All around...
Shhhh!

I want to paint vehicles

I want to paint vehicles

I want to paint a car that is as tall as

 a skyscraper.

I want to paint a bike going down a  mountain.  

I want to paint a moterbike

 on the busy motorway.

I want to paint a lorry carrying  millions  toys.

I want to paint a aeroplane flying

 over the amazing land of Greece.  

 

I want to paint a jeep going through the sahara

 desert and the heat shooting at the car.

    

The lovely flowers

 

                 I want to paint a lovely blue flower falling gently from the sky.

               I want to paint a young lady picking up any type of flower.

 

               I want to paint poppies where the soldiers lie down.

               I want to paint a wonderful green flower with the smell of 

               Apples.

             

              I want to paint the wonderful smell of all flowers that grow all     

             Around the world.

             I want to paint the lovely shiny colours of flowers that smell like              

             fruits that taste delicious.

The Forest

Leaves swishing brambles bristling, people sitting under trees. Eating and drink and having a picnic with their friends. Looks like friendship never ends. Trees can be places where people go, looks like this poem will still flow, and if you wonder why some trees die, plenty of new ones will be waiting for visitors to come.

Why do you think trees are important? It is because they produce fresh air!

plants like theses are homes for bees and any other insect. Our butterfly it happens that we don’t care when it dies and that makes sadness to all.

Someday we will go but trees will still flow in poems like these and places like homes for bees.

 

The Safari

As the sun rose,
And the animals awake,
The golden grass starts to sway,
The baby animals start to head to the lake,
Behind them their ginormous parents make a quake,
As they reach the river,
The take a slurp,
While the birds love to chirp,
As some giraffes eat their leaves,
And zebras eat the grass,
The sun goes down,
Its bedtime for all the animals,
All around...
Shhhh!