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Days of the week

On  Monday, I find a squirrel curling around in the tree,

 chomping on an acorn on a winter evening.

 

On Tuesday, I walk to Fullarton woods and watch the little children 

play on the swing on a winter  morning collecting brambles

 and eating them with their purple lips.

 

On Wednesday, I saw Maya and Lilly with their big fluffy blue jackets

 with steam coming from their breath on a freezing winter morning 

with their hands in the pocket to block out the coldness on the tip of their fingers.

 

On Thursday, I touch the quartz I found under the sand in barrasie beach as its jaggy points stab into the hand and it changes colour to the cold air next to the beach.

 

On Friday, I taste the night stars glowing under my tongue tingling as I speak even a shooting star making everyone’s dream come true when I breath.

 

On Saturday, I hear someone sneeze as it echos over and over until it stops and Troon beach

 

On Sunday, I dream a forest, a fleet of birds, icicles on your chin and a chair full of charms.

A wee donor through Scotland

A wee donor through Scotland

On Monday, I find a pirate smuggle treasure through the smugglers trail, I followed the criminal looking man all the way to south beach then he loaded the goods on to old scruffy, crusty looking pirate’s ship!

 

On Tuesday, I walk through the beach next to Culzean castle and stumbled across an old building the smugglers used to use to store all there rum and beer until there ship arrived after a trip in the choppy and they left with all the smuggled goods.

 

On Wednesday, I saw a tattie scone and a square sausage in my dream, saying eat me eat me I taste amazing while bobbling along in a boat  on south beach like an old fisherman catching langouste to ship off.

 

On Thursday, I touch the stars in the cold night sky, it felt like I was falling through the soft sand dunes, then hit the ground like someone was pounding me like they would pound a nail into a wall.

 

On Friday, I taste the cold salty sea air whisp against my cheeks making them cold, crisp and dry as I stood on top of Ballast bank roaming it in the darkest of the night like a wolf guarding its prey.

 

On Saturday, I hear the sound of a hard, firm golf ball being hit like a brick wall being hammered into and tiny bits of it scattered across the floor making it a nightmare for those all those who lay eyes on the accident.

 

On Sunday, I dream of a warm Cozy Christmas in Edinburgh with my family and me gathered round a warm fire, watching a nostalgic Christmas film and eating warm lamb with rosemary and beautiful, runny gravy.

Days Of The Week Poem

Days Of The Week Poem

 

On Monday, I found a scotty dog trailing across the soggy grass as its tummy was growling for food, the wee brown creature jumping on my bony legs as it licked my hand begging for food.

 

On Tuesday, I walked to the smell of a butchers nearby as my little feet were carrying along the pavement near Fullarton woods as I smelt the meaty smell of fresh meat.

 

On Wednesday, I saw a tatty scone, square sausage and a tasty looking sausage roll as I nuzzled my nose through the unbreakable glass window and as my phone beeped like an alarm in my dream.

 

On Thursday, touched my pillow case as the tickly feathers drifted onto my tingled nose as I sneezed like a Tsunami and air mixed together.

 

On Friday, I tasted the mince and tatties as I watched a cooking show on the TV as I drifted off to sleep like a upside down bat closing its eyes.

 

On Saturday, I heard a blue *** tweet as it flapped its wings as the noises echoed into my dizzy upside down head.

 

On Sunday, I dreamed of opening a mysterious present on my Birthday as I jumped out of my skin, as a grey hound licked my sleepy head.  

 

Walking Scotland

 

On Monday, I find a farm of dirty and hairy coo’s, when I walked in the farm

I cleaned them so they were not full of dirt anymore.

 

On Tuesday, I walk down to the Ballast Bank and walk up the hill

to the benches, more people walk up as the sun sets behind the

water.

 

On Wednesday, I saw the Kelpies stand high glittering in the light

as the sun became the moon, the story is shocking.

 

On Thursday, I touched the water of the South Beach as it cooled

my burnt hand on this warm day in Scotland.

 

On Friday, I tasted the tattie scone the warmth of it filled 

my body and the flavours melted on my tongue.

 

On Saturday, I hear the calls of the Lochness Monster as I walk down

streets of Troon while the shops start to open.

 

On Sunday, I dream of the fish in the sea swimming through the

lakes and peeking through the water.

Walking scotland

On Monday, I find something that made my jaw drop to my feet

it was a football signed by Messi It was fantastic.                      

 

On Tuesday, I walk through Troon I walked passed the butchers I saw freshly just put out sliced sausage, I bought some to have sliced sausage and a tatty scone.

 

On Wednesday, I saw Emma making a snowman it had a blue scarf, a woolly hat, buttons for eyes, carrot for the nose, to sticks for arms.

 

On Thursday, I touched the snow with my warm hands it melted like candyfloss in my mouth, and then my hand where pretty cold after that.

 

On Friday, I taste the cold air as I watch the shooting stars star fly over my head, and in the black sky see planes lights fly over me.

 

On Saturday I hear the howls of wolves howling at the fool moon 

it was the first time I’ve heard that.

 

On Sunday I dream of highland coos running around in the field and they were playing football? With my Messi signed ball so I joined in.