Something was rustling through the bushes. Lilly, whose legs were shaking, ran and hid at the bottom of the Sky ship but Millie peered over the side of the Sky ship to get a good look. She could only just make out the movement of the mysterious animal. It was thick and long but had a head of the size of a elephant. It heisted and glared back at Lilly. “ It’s a two headed Goblin,” she shouted, “and it has red eyes,” Millie said “But it looks quite friendly.” Millie, whose hairs on the back of her neck pricked up, picked up the the Goblin with no fear at all. “Oh and it wants to lead us somewhere safe.”

The Goblin was looking quite scared and tired as if it had been out there for quite a while

Summer’s Poem

You are the smell of delicious cooked chicken ready for my belly.

You are the sound of howling, swirling winds in a ferocious hurricane.

You are in picturesque Brixham waiting for the glorious sunshine to peep through the riggings on the Golden Hind.

You are the scent of sweet lavender that goes in my washing machine.

You are a cute kitten as squeaky as a  mouse.

You are the sound of an abandoned forest, lost in the darkness.

You are a juicy lemon being squeezed for my refreshing lemonade.

You are the end of a long train journey.

Summer’s Poem

You are the smell of delicious cooked chicken ready for my belly.

You are the sound of howling, swirling winds in a ferocious hurricane.

You are in picturesque Brixham waiting for the glorious sunshine to peep through the riggings on the Golden Hind.

You are the scent of sweet lavender that goes in my washing machine.

You are a cute kitten as squeaky as a  mouse.

You are the sound of an abandoned forest, lost in the darkness.

You are a juicy lemon being squeezed for my refreshing lemonade.

You are the end of a long train journey.