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My magical poem

Through the ember door,

I found lava dancing across the ground,

A dying fire

And a lonely spark.

 

Through the green door,

I found the clean scales of snake’s belly,

The hateful envy of a jealous person,

The green vines hanging from my house.

 

Through the blue door,

I found the raging sea crashing against the rocks at Troon harbour,

The cold of the Antarctic biting at my fingers,

And the hollow feeling you get when you say goodbye.

 

Through the orange door,

I found the cold sunshine of a winter morning,

The orange tip of a pencil carefully weaving across my page,

The sun as hot as a roast chicken in the oven.

 

Through the white door,

I found the boredom of watching wet white paint dry,

The comfy clouds high in the sky above the school,

 

Through the yellow door,

I found the relaxation of a water bottle sitting in the sun,

The yellow coat of a miserable boy on a miserable day,

The amazing feeling of sand between your toes on a lazy afternoon.

Through the door of wonders

My magical poem!

Through the black door

I found a broken heart shattering into small pieces,

A  magpie sadly sitting on the roof of my old abandoned shed,

Or a spooky pitch black night at 3am.

 

Through the white door

I found  a holy dove flying gracefully across the cloudy sky,

A ice cream dropped on the hard concrete floor at Troon beach.

Or a sheep happily running across the field on a sunny day.

 

Through the red door

I heard a family having a movie night with the log burner on,

A love letter getting posted,

 And a letterbox dancing poshly on a

hot day.

 

Through the orange door

I saw a fat orange  cat lurking about my garden,

Or Irn bru exploding all over my face.

 

 

 

Through the yellow door

I saw crazy monkeys racing for a bundle of  bananas,

A bundle of coins left on my front door.

Or a lemon tap dancing on top of my fruit bowl.

Through the door

Through the door

 

Through the cyan door you might find,

A ragged river racing to get to the shore,

The sky surrounded by white fluffy like cotton candy drifting in a fair,

The school you went to with the same blue paper towels trying to top the mop,

A sad blue bell begging for a friend being balled and laughed at eventually didn’t bother believing he would find one.

 

Through the red door there could be 

A sunset suddenly switching sides of the planet 

An inrrageded soul calming down and appologising

Or a wave of anger washing over you forcing you to slam the door shut 

 

Through the yellow door you’ll probably find

A bright light shining like a dieing star shimering in a slow night sky,

A bananana and piece of corn bonding like brothers,

Or a happy face flying faithfuly through the flureshing forest 

 

Through the orange door maybe there’ll be

The flame of all the devils victims dancing there ways down to hell,

An orange rolling of the tip of the table top like a ball rolling down a hill,

Or a jack’o’lantern lit on all hallows night waiting till midnight to strike.

 

Through the lilac door I think there is,

A purple tulip laying on the floor smelling like the finest flower found,

Some very angry teacher having a prank pulled on them,

Or the lavender hand sanitiser that always looks nice but smells horrible

 

The tint green door I know for a fact there is,

A timid boy hiding in the corners of his head invisible to all others,

An overgrown forest creating new species of plant to heal the earth,

A tennis ball bouncing around the court like a bunny hopping its way home.

through the light door

Through the orange door

I felt fire and flames I saw and

 orange tiger.

 

Through the red door

I felt scared and angry and 

I saw a robin singing on a tree.

 

Through the white door

I felt chill and came and

I fell to the ground and I look

at the sky and saw beautiful clouds

 

 

Through the green door

I felt peaceful and saw a forest

full of bushes and leaves.

 

 

Through the yellow door

I felt cool and I was at the beach

And I could fell the sand trickling between my toes

I could hear and see the sea.

 

Through the blue door

I was In the rangers stadium I could see 

Millon’s of blue shirts jumping of excitement when

They got a goal.

Through the mysterious door

Through the black door,

 I found so many black sparkling eyes looking at me with a death look 

 

 

 

Through the blue door,

I saw a whale swimming in the ocean,

I felt the freezing water as I went swimming in my blue swimming trunks,

 

Through the green door,

 I saw plants some bad plants and some good plants 

 

Through the turquoise door,

 I saw so many magical things. 

The colourful passages

Through the green door

I saw Celtic FC thrashing rangers as if they were Real Madrid

A grass patch where rain droplets waddle everywhere,

Some nettles waiting patiently to sting some innocent person,

A lonely lizard lying in the grass waiting for a friend,

 

Through the red door

I saw Liverpool playing in the champions league as Mo Sala scored the most perfect penalty,

A   fruit orchard where there was an amazing amount of apples there,

A heart imprisoned in a rib cage breaks free from the humans body,

The vampire always drinks a glass of blood before going to bed.

 

Through the yellow door

I saw Ukraine Portugal, it was a close game the players prayed that they would pull through and low and behold Ukraine won,

A honey pot frozen in the freezing fridge,

A lemon in a drink waiting patiently to tingle your taste buds as you take the first sip,

Some corn in a field sunbathing in the heat.

 

Through the orange door

I frolicked about on a field filled with very big orange trees,

A piece of macaroni breaking free from the humans grasp,

A basketball getting bruises from being bounced up and down

A fire show amazing you but also filling you with fear.

 

Through the blue door

I stared at the surprisingly still sky,

A blue whale singing a song

A blue hoodie in a shop waiting from someone to buy them,

An eye giving you a nerve racking hard stare.

I have never

I have not rode a wale into the beautiful burning sun set in the warm waters of Hawaii.

But I have rode a colourful surf board through the vast sea of the tropical waters of Cyprus.

 

I have never seen the colourful rainbow northern lights in the snowy cold north pole.

But I have seen beautiful glaziers and frozen water falls in Norway were snow falls gently.

 

I have never been in the sea being flooded by the dark stormy waves miles tall and wide.

But I have been to Center parks and being pushed back by massive waves with my friends and. family 

 

I have never rode in a privet yacht in the warm summer beaches next to tropical islands.

But I have been on a luxury cruise in the Caribbean’s with big pools and good food.

 

I have not ran to France then to Spain and back 20 times a then ran the moon and back.

But I have ran an 100 meters and came second I was so tired that day and 10 minutes after that I had another race.

I Have…

I Have…

 

 

I have ridden an old bike before in the shimmering sunset on Troon prom, 

but I have never ridden a rocket to the misty moon through the unknowing universe. 

 

I have walked on green grass on solid ground in my glorious garden in Troon, 

but I have never strolled on the misty moon in outer space gazing at the glistening stars. 

 

I have touched the whistling waves of Troon horse shoe shaped beach, but I have never touched a single glowing candle flame, like St. Bernadette did. 

 

I have smelt smoke from a wood burning fire or a brilliant barbeque in the fabulous Fullarton Woods in Troon,

but I have never smelt the wet soggy fur of a penguin from the Artic Ocean. 

 

I have captured a fabulous scaly fish on a boat at the edge of Scotland, 

but I have never captured a flaming asteroid from space with one single lasso.     

I have…

I have never eaten the worlds spiciest pepper without making a face, 

but I have eaten a specially spicy curry that my 

dad made.

 

I have never ran around the world wearing flappy flip flops, 

but I have ran 

run a fun run to raise money while, it was raining cats and dogs.

 

I have never caught a megalodon with a Stick and a bit of string, 

but I have caught a butter eel with my fishing

Net.

 

I have never won the rugby world cup in Japan, 

but I have won the glorious GHA rugby Tournament and I was very proud.

 

I have never been a cross the world to Australia 

but, I have been to Spain And it was like perfect paradise, as 

heavenly as heaven itself.

 

I have never been to the pricey prince of Dubai’s castle,

but I have been Edinburgh Castle, and it was amazing.

 

I have never fought in a war, 

but I have played laser tag in a camouflaged surrounding, And I had so much

 fun with the rugby boys.

 

I have..

I have never walked into the one and only massive luxury white house

but I have walked into the  small stuffy old green house.

 

I have never seen the Northern Lights right out my small window ledge

but I have seen the stars in the sky twinkling and twitching.

 

I have never seen the flaming fire canon at Culzean Castle

but I have seen the canon popping with confetti at my birthday.

 

I have never been to Mexico and lived in happiness 

but I have been to animal kingdom with perfect parrot paradise.

 

I have never been to the moon and back while in a loud  rocket ship

but I have been on a rollercoaster in fear.