Melvin glanced at Yvie, his dark brown eyes shimmered like the yellow sun rising. His golden fur rippled in the shining sun, brightened like a shiny diamond. Yvie noticed his sharp whiskers like a long beard.  His eyes glared all around.

To her amazement, he snuggled up to her, his soft big mane,as cuddly and soft as a teddy bear gave her warmth.He sniffed her hair and licked her hands with his long smooth tongue. Yvie was shaking.

Aww, he seems to like you,” said Miss Williams as the cuddly lion disappeared into the trees.

On their way ba“ck to the village,it looked like a storm was looming.

Yvie paused for a second-were they being followed?For a second,he glanced with his magnificent eyes.

“He will be staring but don’t worry he won’t follow us,” said Miss Willams.

“I found him in the forest when he was a cub,all upset and hungry.I took him in and nursed him.How time flies!But no one should find out-if they saw him they would take him away.” 

That night Yvie dreamed of

Melvin,his rippled fur and his shiny,big

mane.When he licked her hand,she was shocked.His eyes were ocean blue.

Every night,she visited the lion with some meat.Emma Johnson taught Yvie how to set deer traps and sometimes he caught a fish when fishing,which Melvin would eat before disappearing.

He often hunted himself too.

One late night,she let Yvie stroke her tail.Soon he was eating out of her pockets.Yvie became more happier and confident.Miss Williams could hear Yvie singing and dancing most of the time.

Through spring,she watched them create a bond.Their secret was safe

MY ANGER!

                 My anger is made from- 

                    a tornado about to erupt,

                  like a mischievous bite off a snake!

                       I found it- 

                      in a box covered in tape, 

                      like a puppy inside a box.

                  My anger can –

                 destroy the world,

                 like a tsunami about to erupt!

            If i lost this anger-

         it would be sad,

          like someone dying.

  The ship of clouds

On the ship of clouds, the moonlight crashes to the sea to make it shine.

On the ship of clouds, the tiller sparkled in the ghostly sun.

On the ship of clouds, the sun sets of flames.

On the ship of clouds, a silent silver sunrise sets along the sea.

On the ship of clouds, darkness shines along the shadows of deep blue ocean.

Isla sat, she did not want to help to get out of the coal shed, Fariah was trying and trying but she could not get out! She tried shouting but no one heard her. Frustrated, Fariah looked at Isla, Isla lost her thoughts.

Fariah snapped at Isla to help, but Isla  muttered, “We are not going to get out of here.” Fariah shouted “THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE” As the day turned, night Isla sighed. Outside, the moonlight lit up the gardens of Brackenbridge Manor.

Isla found a key on the floor.Fariah unlocked the lock and they  got out and they were so happy, they  ran outside. Then they ran to an old farm with Isla leading the way. 

“We are safe on the farm,” said Isla. They made a fire.“Where is the clock?” Said Fariah.“Where did we put it?”

On Monday, I found cherry blossoms 

Scatting around on the early years park.

On Tuesday, I saw an art tree with prayers 

ready to be read.

On Wednesday, I touched a world globe full 

with all of the countries waiting for someone

to fly there.

On Thursday, I smelted nice food traveling from

The school kitchen and it was making my belly rumble.

On Friday,I heard trees rustling and they were very loud.

My Weekend at home

On Saturday,I noticed packed lunches in boxes 

waiting to be eaten.

On Sunday, I collected someones lonely 

Lost rubber in the distance.