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The days of the week.

On Monday,I see a white spotted deer who looked like Bambi in real life.It was running from the loitering teenagers through the towering trees.

On Tuesday,I was walking through the green and muddy forest and the trees started to rustle.It was like they were talking to me.

On Wednesday,I wondered about flint.I instantly remembered how it was sharp like a knife.It reminded me of the old flint nappers.

On Thursday,I was walking through the forest and saw a hedgechog.I decided to stroke it.It was prickly like knives but it didn’t hurt.

On Friday,I went on a wonderful walk through the forest.The breeze was lovely.The sun was looking at itself in my phone screen.

On Saturday,I dreamed about squirrels all playing dodge ball with acorns all together.

On Sunday,I found a friend.

 

Brandon days of the week

On Monday, I saw a hidden Brandon rock,

it looked mysterious and hidden,

its glistening shine waved at me. 

 

On Tuesday, I walked to High-lodge,

I was with my sister and abandoned her with our parents to go on Go Ape and had been amused as it was so fun. 

 

On Wednesday, I saw a Muntjac,

Jumping through the forest trying to hide from the people having a walk through the shimmering forest as the sun was glimmering down.

 

On Thursday, I touched the Flint House, 

I could feel the bumpiness and the hardness of the rock hard flints, they were thousands of years old (probably the same age as my nan acts)

 

On Friday, I smelt Fish and Chips,

Coming from the sea-star Fish and Chips shop the lovely smell drifted into my mouth that made me want some.

 

On Saturday, I heard the tractors,

they were going across the fields getting the crops they needed to get, then some came down the road trying to get to their destination as fast as they could.

 

On Sunday, I visited Mr G’s to have some fun,

when I was there I rolled  the bowling ball and it was swaying across the surface.

brandon stroll

A  brandon stroll

 On Monday, fog was everywhere 

The thick gloomy fog filled the streets of brandon

You couldn’t see a meter in front of you 

 

On Tuesday cars where crazy on the streets

People were driving around trying to get to their destination

You could smell the car fumes coming out of the hot exhaust

 

On Wednesday a glimmering rock caught the corner of my eye

Its was luring me in to take it home

I was hesitant at first but i soon picked it up 

 

On Thursday, I went to the market square, 

hustle and bustle filled the air, 

like feeding time at the zoo. 

 

On Friday, I found a baby fox,

smothered by the roofless arms of mud,

screaming in the darkness like babies for their mum. 

 

On Saturday, I found the local church,

rough and bumpy like an old abandoned building.

thick, heavy wood protecting what lays within.

 

On Sunday, I heard the roaring of a fire,

embers twinkling like stars in the night, 

lost souls trapped burning into smoke. 

 

My weekend in Brandon

My weekend in Brandon 

 

On Monday, I find a Brandon rock 

It  was pant with all the colours of a rambo and was dancing around like 

No one was there .

 

On Tuesday, I walk through the country park 

With a black and gold voodoo bmx bike.

 

On Wednesday , I saw a munjake in the forest

Jump though the bracken  and in & out of the tree line .

 

On Thursday , I touch a flint 

The shape ejeser  of the flint  cut my hand slowly.

 

On Friday, I smell grass 

The fresh ferdis cut grass in the morning.

 

On saturday , I hear the  morning  gosep 

Though the  Town.

 

On Sunday, I dream of a 

Golden pheasant fly in to the slisin sun seter.

 

Walking in Branden

Walking in Brandon.                                               

 

On Monday, I find a baby cat on the path,

the cat was like a fluffy teddy bear, a broken promise

left to fend for itself. 

 

On Tuesday, I walk through the forest,

with towering trees, blooming flowers dancing,

with the most beautiful colours.

 

On Wednesday, I saw a rabbit hole,

covered in dirt to keep the watching predators away,

playing hide and seek in its burrow. 

 

On Thursday, I touch the cold metal of the slide,

the slide was as cold as forest,

in the wind.

 

On Friday, I smell the fresh cornell air from the seaside,

deep, blue sea upping its way to the beach,

children diving in the sea.

 

On Saturday, I hear the jets fling by,

the jets come over and over,

in the air.

 

On Sunday, I dream of blooming flowers,

fish swimming in the deep blue sea,

and mermaids having the time of their life in the party.

Life in Brandon

Life in Brandon 

 

On Monday, I find a hidden Brandon rock

it glistened in the sunlight 

its shiny shell waved at me, 

luring me to discover more. 

 

On Tuesday, I walk through the fields 

while the sun was shining and the wind was warm,

I smelt the fresh scent of newly cut grass hovering around 

the blue clear sky as it was dancing in the wispy wind.

 

On Wednesday, I saw a stag

with its enormous, golden, smooth antlers 

and its tawny brown coat with its dark as chocolate eyes 

that shine in the sunlight and make people’s dreams come true. 

 

On Thursday, I touch the ruins of the Abbey 

that sat in Bury st Edmunds 

while i thought of the past that it had 

and i saw the beauty that it had to hold and the creatures 

that it attracted. 

 

On Friday, I smell fish and chips 

from the local chip shop

and the intriguing smell luring people in

and making people stomachs grumble from the amazing smell 

 

On Saturday, I hear children laughing 

in the local park while they’re having fun and playing with their friends

 enjoying the part of their childhood they have left.

 

On Sunday, I dream of a fairy and a forest, a canary and a cake, a summer and a sum, a bee and a bouquet, a hand and a hat and a house on fire.

Brandon’s Life!

Brandon Life !

 

On Monday, I find a mysterious painted rock,

hidden in a green spiky bush hoping to be found.

 

On Tuesday, I walk through High Lodge,

through the loud, deafening musical forest, 

which danced in the wind. 

 

On Wednesday, I saw a lonely old man,

waving at me from the top of his window,

looking as sad as a defeated soldier. 

 

On Thursday, I visited market square, which had tons of fresh juicy fruits that is as round as a tennis ball

 

On Friday, I drive past the petrol station

 and smell the petrol that is as strong as the worst smell you can think of .

 

On Saturday, I hear the RAF jets flying over,

Booming, bold, bombers which are lively and loud,

so quick you can barely get a glimpse of them.

 

On Sunday, I have a dream that was scary,

I dreamt about waking up in a suspenseful forest,

in the middle of nothingness, deserted.