It’s not the special diamond glistening in the moonlight at Astley park.
It’s the most ordinary Willow Tree shining in the sunlight at Rivington Pike.
It could be something ordinary but not special.
The rivington pike
It doesn’t have to be the dazzling moonlight above Rivington Pike, shining down to make unusual shadows and the dinosaur over the river, eating the blooming flowers.
It can be the leaves flowing from tree to tree or the nettles flowing in the wind, ready to sting someone in the face, wondering what hit them.
Be as curious as a cloud; the endless pieces of sun realise how much they take over and even the leaf drops for someone.
A simple request
It could be the chirping of a young robin at the
top of and old oak tree near Astley park or the
rustling of a hedgehog scuttling through a big
bushy hedge or the noise of a cat roaming
the long grassy fields while it was away from
the house.
It could be the noise of children’s running around
the park or it could be the barking of a dog running
after the children as they run around in excitement.
It could be the sound of children playing games in
the school playground or noisy cars making there
way down the long busy road.
It could be of pans banging while someone was
making their dinner or the clatter of things being
dropped on the floor or the talking of a child playing
games with their toys.
Poem
It doesn’t have to be a
park full of people . It can’t
be a full grown man sliding
down a child slide .
It could be a poor and
sad child walking the
stone and old path way .
You can be hew you
want and be how you
like even if you are a
sad and poor child or
a fully grown man on
a child slide you are
all special .
My request poem
It doesn’t have to be an amazing shop or a big event it could just be the Chorley market every Tuesday or a fair most common in Christmas time.
It could be a little robin eating berries of a bush, a big dog jumping in puddles getting it self wet or a squirrel scurrying up a tall tree to store its food.
Be curious like cat getting a new toy, a fish with a new decoration in its tank, a toddler in a bushy field or even a dandelion seeds gliding place to place.
A simple wish of peace
It doesn’t have to be,
A curious owl perching
on the branch,
Or a robin living in the moment
of peace,
Or the feathers of a gliding swan.
It could be,
The rain drops falling on
the glass window,
Or a crimson red car
zooming past the street,
Or a normal girl in a
normal world.
Don’t forget to love yourself,
Don’t forget to love others,
Be as smart as a Teacher,
Be as courageous as a bear.
JamesL
It might be the shimmer
of a tiny new stop sign
in the in the middle of pie Corbett’s slipper
or it could be Gerald the mouse
stuffing rice crispy’s into every crevice of the slipper.
It doesn’t have to be the newest Nikes
or a golden PlayStation
but it might be better than you expect.
It could be a depressed drain;
sucking up all of shophie’s tears
or a wonderful drain clearing sphophie’s sadness.
It might be the best present ever,
scince it’s the biggest
but it might be the the worst one for it’s humongous size
the best one come in small sizes as Mrs Rachel say’s.
All the days of the week
On Monday , I saw a river of gold ,
I looked down on it and saw my reflection staring right back at me , happy ,
I lifted up my head and walked away , that was when I realised it was my imagination.
It was just your average dirty brown river.
On Tuesday , I touch the crunchy , gold sand glittering in the sunset,
it fell in between the large gaps between my fingers ,
like an hourglass ,
I did a cart wheel and the sand flew up into the air,
All the fun of the beach.
On Wednesday , I hear a forest of birds,
tweeting and twirting,
flying around in the air ,
spinning , twirling,
wow what a wonderful scene.
On Thursday I taste my favorite food,
boiled eggs and bacon ,
the runny egg yolk dripping on my plate ,
the gorgeous smelling bacon , still sizzling on my plate ,
what a wondrous taste.
On Friday I smell Fish and Chips,
coming from up the hill ,
from the local chippy,
as the smell crawled up my nose and controlled me , it lead me there,
what a gorgeous smell.
Over the week
On Monday, I saw an house across the street
that looked like Lindsay Hoyle’s house
and realised it is Lindsay Hoyles house
after I saw his turtle through the window.
On Tuesday, I went to Asley Park
and found out Asley Hall is being renovated
and has been renovated for three months.
On Wednesday, I walked to Fredricks ice cream
and got bubble gum ice cream
then walked down the canal to my house (wich is behind Fredricks).
On Thursday night, I dreamt that my house had turned into palace
and the queen had tea with my mum
and I was next in line for the throne.
On Friday, I accidentally found a portal to an alternate universe
were their me exploded earth and later the universe
and he then escaped to my universe
so I followed him reported him to the police.
A rainy week in Chorley
On Monday I saw a magpie flying overhead as the honorary salute slashed the air.
On Tuesday I walked past victory park whilst a mass crowd filtered out of the gates in defeat.
On Wednesday I found some gum on the pavement it’s dull colour reflecting the morning sky.
On Thursday I awoke to a rainy day as it spat around my house just like the cloud of Monday.
On Friday I met my friends on the way to school and talked about holidays.
On Saturday I found freedom in the weekend flourishing in bloom.
On Sunday I dreamed of life and death, of light and dark, of love and hate. But most of all dread, dread of another rainy week in Chorley.
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