Old Memory Snow
There is old memory in snow*,. Fox, pheasant, rabbit, and crow,. Footprints to the past, and forest magic revealed,. A world within a world, adults conceal,.
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There is old memory in snow*,. Fox, pheasant, rabbit, and crow,. Footprints to the past, and forest magic revealed,. A world within a world, adults conceal,.
#adventchallenge Dear Santa Claus, I've been really good this year, I absolutely promise, I'm definitely a good girl, So here is my christmas list.
#LandFarAway Across the oceans is a far away land, There is no concrete, brick or sand. It's made of everything a child would love, Playing cards, jump ropes, a heaven above.
As she sat there on the plane, His ring upon her finger, She felt the tingle of true love And prayed that it would linger.
*This was my first published poem when I was in year 5 and I thought I'd share it with you* When I'm an old woman I would wear pink with a purple hat. I'll eat pizza for dinner everyday.
A dark cloud,. Then a sun ray sings,. Casting a bright light,. The warmth it brings,. Suddenly some stripes,. And then we dive,. A splash if colour,. Joins us on our ride,. Here I'm alone,.
Dream. Dream with your heart, Think. Think happy thoughts, Follow. Follow the North Star.
ok so today i havent done anything apart from wrap a couple of presents for my boyfriend, its his birthday in the morning. not even sure if his gonna like what i got him. fingers crossed he does.
Little girl I was, All of nine Playing with my pals, While doing mime. Walking back from the park, I spotted a demon With a grimly gaze Beneath the fog, it stood stark.
#colourchallenge. I look up to the sky. And then I just forget. The sun is falling down. To make a sunset. Why I miss the blue. It brightens up my day. Laying on the grass. Wondering if I have to pay.
#description I skipped into the wood, thin rays of golden sunshine peaking through the trees. Golden leaves, crunched beneath my feet and floated around in the light breeze.
I always wanted to be Anne with an E Wondering through the fields as Anne Shirley Getting from place to place by horse and carriage Imagining my life, maybe even marriage My home is serene, with a...
Conversation with eight year old sister: Emily: there's sand in my eye again Annie: the sandman put it there in the night while you were sleeping Emily: I don't believe the story you told...
In my wild and untamed garden. Lives a great big beautiful tree. It has bark all rough and hairy. With insects creeping through. To reach it is real difficult it's super hard to find.
#nightdwellers #PoppieRose Pink and orange tones light up the evening sky as a calmness and sleepiness crawls over the land.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his...
To be a writer, You've got to learn to dream, Take on every dare, No matter how hard they seem. Hum a little hum, Also climb a tree, Love what you do, Chase a bee.
#myworld The above inspired me to look out my school English jotters, as I remembered writing a small piece on the subject 25 years ago.
Clock strike 12,. Chimes ring through. Children sound asleep,. But that you knew,. Creak for the toy chest,. Squeaking loud. But the children lie still,. Sleeping sound. A shadow from the closet,.
When first I saw it, I was eight. Instead of sleeping, I stayed up late.
#household. Pears are sweet and full of juice. While grapes are yummy and come quite loose,. And in my garden I have a tree. And on it there's apples as nice as can be,.
It started with some jelly bears, All falling from the sky, People standing in the street, In wonder, asking Why?, Lemony and sugar-filled, It seemed to never stop, Raining all these jelly...
Ok I've had a lot of Weird dreams but here are the ones I remember: Dream 1: Monkeys I was in year 4 and I was on a school trip with my class, we were going to my favourite place...
#household I think there's something living Down the plug hole in my sink; With noises rude it guzzles food That gets washed down I think.