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Thursday, 4 April 2013

Poetic Writing


Playing Outside:

Playing outside:
Two tiny holes
for two small worms to slowly slither in,   
One big hole,
for a rabbit to hop in.

Playing outside:
Birds quickly poking at the grass
searching for juicy worms,
High in a tree, a nest,
holding the mother’s hungry chicks.

Playing outside:
Playing on the old tyre swing,
reaching the top of the tall tree
and falling over, from spinning around too fast.

Playing outside:
The crashing sound
of our small waterfall
and the splashing sound
of the loud sprinklers.

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