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That child that stands there through storm and thunder, He's a strange one that arouses many to wonder, He stands at the end whenever he hears the sea, How devoted can a single child be.
It's snowing My excitement is growing And when I go outside my cheeks will be glowing. Will it stick. Will there be ripe snowballs to pick Or a crunchy white carpet that's nice and thick.
On a dark winters night storm howling around Finding small cracks where the wind creeps and bounds An old lady sits, warm by the fire, a clicking of needles the only sound there.
Will you picture this, blank-canvas style, will you give me a moment - it'll only take a while... A journey to a far off land, come, here, child - let me take your hand.
One night, the sound of tiny feet,. Padding across the old wood floor,. Their wide eyes filled with the dust of sleep,. A thin blanket shared among amongst the four,.
Lying in the grass looking up... Oh how I wish I could fly. I want to get closer to the twinkling, blinking specks in the sky. There are way too many to count as the night goes by.
It's big, It's red, Sparkling, Above my head. It's shiny, It's flooded with bells, Presents too, And ribbon shells. It's holding Santa, Pulled by a few reindeer. I hear it flying, Coming near.
It's Christmas eve and I'm suppose to be asleep there's no sound nothing creeping around it's just me sat looking out the window waiting and watching.
#weeklyopusschallenge Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the day, Little kids, nothing smells: 'Cause Santa's on the way. Filling his sack with gifts, An iPod or a doll, Maybe a makeup set.
Children playing in the snow. Hoping for Santa to say Ho Ho. Reindeers landing in the yard. Ice forming far and wide. Smoking warm fires at night. Trees cover in glittery lights.
#adventchallenge I don't NEED anything for Christmas, but I have been good; Although I did pinch my sons chocolates one night, because I could.
Onyx black eyes twinkled out at the glistening, snowy wonderland. Glittering, pearl white snow formed the silent snowman. Delicate, crystal snowflakes cascaded onto the shimmering, frozen head.
Frisky baby lizards. Run and skip and play. Dandelions in the breeze. Twist and stretch and sway. Glossy liquid amber leaves. Tremble, whip and shake. Knotted branches on the trees.
Down the rabbit hole. Is a world quite impossible. That forgets all things sane. and anything normal or probable. Down the rabbit hole. Is a world full of wonder. With much more excitement.
The little girl in a red-polka dot dress came every day after school to help tend Mr Wizard's Orchard. She picked apples for pies and pears for crumble. She even sang to the hearts in the Heart Tree.
Mr Wizard frowned. The apples were almost ready for the pies. The pears almost ripe for crumble. But the hearts, oh dear, Mr Wizard shook his head. His snow-drift beard flew out about his sides.
A girl in a red polka-dot dress skips down the crooked lane of the village. She hums happily, clutching wild flowers from the meadow in her hand.
In a fog swamped road that has no end. Of make believe and let's pretend. Where pigs may fly and a unicorn sings. Of battle cries and magical things. The sky is the limitless point to start.
#household When I was a child, I had special places That I could escape to without any cares.
A flutter of graceful wings, like the petals of a mysterious rose,. Antennae gently swishing, a delicate grass-like pose,. Emerald green, peacock blue, velvet red,.
The flying angel, Holding silk as light as a feather. He elegantly let the silk flow through the air like a dove. A girl below, skipping threw the flowers, her hair like ash.
Now let's go back to my garden ,Next to my summer-well there was a huge tree that hang,bent and was well.But on a green leaf on that tree was a tiny red egg that stuck and gripped through the summer...
I will put in my box, The roar of a lion as loud as thunder, A lamb feeding from the meadows, The annoyance of my irritating brother.
As I trudge up the untamed hills, my boots crunching the tall, thick grass, my foot prints time will erase, I stop short at the very top, as does my heart.