Jingles fill the air.
Snow drifts like a flurry of feathers.
Appetising smell of Christmas dinner.
The Run Away by Sienna
Outside, rain thundered down onto the houses of Tewkesbury making everything wet and damp. Inside the run down shop, lights flickered every second. Laura Smart tugged her hat on so that it nearly covered her eyes. The sky became dark and gloomy. The run down shop whispered, “You don’t belong here,”
Inside, she knew that she shouldn’t have run away!
Cold by Sienna
Cold sea is frozen.
Cobweb’s glisten.
Blankets of snow cover gardens.
Orange leaves are flags that fly.
Pumpkins glow on grey door steps.
Trees bare and tall.
The Muddy Bike by Sienna
The old decrepit mossy bike leans, lazily against the birch tree.
It’s round, rusty light spying secretly through time.
Sitting silently in the shiny sun.
Black and grey wheels without air, stuck, stopped, steadily waiting.
The uncomfortable seat crouches ready to pounce.
The spider web sits without saying a thing.
The Theme Park
The theme park.
The Ferris wheel was as dusty as a room full of dust.
The roller coaster frame was rusty and ready to breach down in to tiny pieces.
The tea cups was full of filthy water.
The bumper cars are rusty and smelt like rotten chicken eggs.
The rubber duckies from the rubber ducky game looked like they were baved in black paint.
The rust on the rides was like a pealing scabs.
The pond
The pond shimmered green in the yellow sunlight,
no sounds could be heard throughout the day,
as night time came so did the haunting sounds,
when the moonlight shines the pond becomes a gloomy place.
What you are?by Sienna
What are you?
You are a lavish gift getting ready to be delivered.
you are a little lion looking for food.
You are a soft rubber making the stains from my pencil go away.
You are an old light hanging from the white cracked ceiling.
You are the end
The kangaroo
You are a wild kangaroo hopping across the sandy desert.
You are a plane in the sky and little children wave to you.
You are a shooting star waiting to make wishes.
What are you?
You are the shining spitting sun,
glowing above an anxious alpaca.
You are a loved lost glove ,
waiting to be found in the hot white snow.
You are a frog
jumping like jelly.
You are the sound of an eagle,
squawking above its food.
You are a lion’s tooth,
waiting to eat the food.
You are the smell of a roast dinner,
on a cold Christmas Day.
You are June with a burnt neck,
beach vibes and ocean dancing in your bold blue eyes.
You are a fruit cake the taste of juicy apples,
soft smooth peaches saturated oranges and vanilla icing.
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