The seasons by ZaraP TJS
Waves crash on the shore,
People eat yummy ice cream,
Very happy dreams,
We all build snowmen,
Chicken dinner all around,
Snowflakes on my nose,
Birds start to sing,
Baby lambs come out to play,
We all sing hooray,
It’s getting colder,
The song starts to die away,
Leaves crunch under me,
Christmas pudding yay,
We all wear coats to keep warm,
White snow falls today.
The walls
Darkness blanketed the city and the rain hammered down, smashing the concrete.She closed her eyes, hoping it would all be over soon.In the late hours of night, the next door house lights were flickering.She gave up and decided to check it out.She went in and saw blood splattered every where.The walls were stained.
The Bike by ZaraP TJS
The abandoned bike rests on a birch tree as rusty and old as ever feeling lost and forgotten,
The cracked headlight turns on looking exactly like the sun on a clear, sunny day,
The moss is like a blanket covering the tyres making them warm an dry on stormy nights,
The battered chain rattles like a clock whenever the bikes wheels turn,
The bell rings calling birds as it dings,
The saddle waits as soft as a pillow for use,
The wheels turn looking identical to the moon,
The paint peels off like when a pencil is sharpened,
The handlebars turn like a steering wheel.
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