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The light is the way to destiny,
For all is in good hands,
Life is long,
But spirit is eternal,
Therefore good work is done.
Balloons Sassoonsby aged
I have a big balloon
It rhymes with the word sassoon
A sassoon is a popped balloon
Oh no! It popped.
Now it’s a sassoon.
I took my bubbles
and went outside
I blew it wide
and it flew up the sky
Family and friends watch together
I love fireworks, they are pretty
Run about on the decking
Every child gets a sparkler
Wrap up warm
On the bonfire, we toast marshmallows
Really bright colours in
Left Behindby aged
Friends we were
A resilient team
Young and wild
Imagined our dreams
Grew up together
at school and home
Darling and sweet
When bored we would
sit under a tree
Under the Poppy Field.by aged
This is a story about a gun, a gun created for war, to kill. This was based in 1914
during the First World War.
I lay in a poppy field, deep in the mud.
It’s been over
Dear Mommyby aged
Smile like an idiot because you see
Anywhere you are be the happiest you can be
Even in dark, smile through the pain
For there’s always sunshine after the rain
Be the greatest and treat others
What On Earthby
make a-cuppa-washer uppa
store in tower
feed a flower
My WW2 Poem I Wrote At Schoolby
World War Two is announced,
Chamberlain’s voice can be heard in every radio around,
“England is at war with Germany!”
Nazi pilots preparing to send down bombs,
Parents wave goodbye, evacuees wave back,
Multiple bodies on the
A Letter to the Rainby
do you collect in the soldier’s boots
that lie unclaimed in moonlit war zones
when the blood rusting on battlefields
crumples into twilit shades?
do you overflow in kitchen vessels
and spread out, so that you
Magical Portionby aged
The purple blood from a blue-scaled dragon
Found in the middle of a volcanic eruption
A devil’s horn from the midst of hell
A halo soaked in poison from an angel
Tossed, crushed, sieved and sprinkled
My Humble Homeby aged
Everyday, I wake up in my bed in my humble home.
Everyday, I call my friends on the phone.
Everyday, I cry myself to sleep all alone.
Everyday, I acknowledge my humble home.
I gaze at translucent
Terrific Treesby aged
Trees are brilliant,
They’re peaceful and green.
When you’re dancing in a meadow,
They make a beautiful scene.
I love to see
These trees around me …
The cheerful Cherry
The lovely Lime