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like a bird

Gliding through the sky,

Flowing like a river,

Never seem to die,

Even though they shiver.

 

Dancing in the night

Dancing in the day

Never stop flight

And in the sky they lay.

 

Flocking in the fields,

They will never yield,

Never lose their way,

And always see that ray.

 

Poem

You are a cracked egg, your centre glowing orange rising between the hard, uneven edges of a shell horizon.

You are a pyramid poking the sky like a needle making the heavens bleed

You are dough rising over the metal horizon of the tin

You are a fish flying through the blue obis of the ocean

You are a blue parachute floating down to the ground and punching through the sky.

 

You are ….

H Joshua St Patricks Troon

You are a ripe strawberry
Ready to be picked

You are a tomato, red, juicy and plump

You are a pizza being baked in a stone oven

You are a meringue
Trapped in a humans belly

You are the food of life

Time and Time again.

You are the wind,                                     Whistling through the trees,                    Making me shiver,                                      Your breath, a winter breeze.

You are Winter,                                         Nipping at my nose,                                Numbing all ten of my fingers,                  And all ten of my toes.

You are Summer,
With your endless days of sun,                 Streets are filled with echos,                      Of children being free and having fun.

You are Autumn,                                          Colours of bronze and gold,
Leaves falling from the trees,                     As they grow old.

You are spring,                                                 The season of new life,                                            Animals are born,                                     Flowers grow,                                              There is no more sign of winter snow.

You are a puddle,                                                   A mirror made of water,                                     You hold all secrets,                                 Of future, present and past,                          Sadly, you dry up like a prune,                  When it gets hotter.

You are a bobble,                                                                                                                                                                            That ties around my ponytail,                      Twisting and turning like an acrobat,       We need to be careful,                             You dont snap,                                       you are sometimes very frail.

You are the eerie forest,                                That lies on top of the hill,                     Your trees are giant claws,                           sticking out the ground,                             In the day they blow about,                          Yet at night they are so still.

You are the clock,                                     That hangs upon my wall,                            Tick tock, tick tock ,                                 As the memorable hours fall.

You are my lightbulb,                                   An eye made out of light,                              They open their eyes in the morning,      And they close them again at night.