Allsorts

The Moon can talk
The Earth listens as he takes a walk
The Moon says, Sometimes rocks collide with me
I wish that they would let me be
I see you Earth, any time, anywhere
Even I can see the sun’s glare
The night sky’s dark but lit by stars
My surface is a million scars
There are many galaxies in the Universe
Some stories still remain untold
The Earth had two moons once
But now there’s just the chosen one
Space is large and space is vast
But only some are discovered in the past
Earth has life and life abounds
The Moon is isolated and alone
But the Earth is here, the Moon’s friend
A bond that will last until the end.

At school, you learn
In pools, you swim
There no difference, surely
So pass slowly

Wonder is a waterfall,
Wonder is a beach ball,
Wonder is my amazing sister,
Wonder is a humungous blister.

​Wonder is learning at school,
Wonder is a gigantic pool,
Wonder is a dolphin jumping,
Wonder is your heart pumping.

​Wonder is way up high,
Wonder reaches the sky.

A monster appeared in the ash
The graveyard was filled with ash
No one could feel the danger
But I could
So, leaving me everyone died
I knew who the monster was
It was
The dead.

A man
Was alone
But he didn’t bother
He lost his family
In a fire
But his hypothetical question
Shattered shards
It was
‘Why doesn’t my life stop and
Make my experience on Earth
Less painful?’

You don’t need feathers or a beak,
Or superpowers that you seek.
You do not need a giant plane,
To zoom through clouds and heavy rain.
Just close your eyes and take a breath,
And sit upon your bedroom bed.
Open up a book and read,
And you can fly at super speed!
You can zoom past stars so bright,
And fight a dragon in the night.
Or swim with sharks deep in the sea,
Or climb a giant jungle tree.

His look is wild, his name is Fred,
his hair completely hides his head.
Take a peek, show no surprise
you cannot even see his eyes .

Oh no it must be as I feared
His MOUTH is covered by his beard.
How does he breath how does he eat
How does he see to cross the street?

Perhaps he can’t see people stare
and cannot find the barber’s chair .
Until he makes a barber stop
he will remain less man, more mop.

I wake up in the morning and rise
Silly me it’s not the morning yet

Well let’s keep on going
I am going to the park
and I’m bringing my skates
Silly me I’m not going to bringing skates today

What is wrong with me
why am I getting wrong?

Well,
I am going to kick the ball
and do a front flip
Silly me
I don’t now how to do a front flip do I?

The number-one step
Of filling your page
Is to draw lines
That Create clear shapes.

Sturdy, black walls
Nothing can seep in
It protects your life
And the choices that come.

But,
Something is very wrong with my lines
My lines are dotted.
Present,
And useless

No matter how hard I try to fix it
The marker clumps into sections.
Leaving a path of vulnerability behind
For destructive colour to follow into my soul.

The problem isn’t that my lines are unobservant.
No.
They know when a pen bleeds too far through the space.
And they know it doesn’t matter in the case;
Crayon or ink, black or pink, unseen or unintentionally mean.

The problem?
They are too cowardly to speak up.
Too lazy to cleanly erase the mess that has been made.

My lines are dotted.
And they let the worst shades of all pass through with ease.

There are so many things in Cornwall Park.
Let’s find all the things to mark.

Hundreds of people walk.
Sometimes people talk.

I saw a little house
That does not have a single mouse.

I saw so many colourful leaves
That always fall out of trees.

There is one tall tower
That has a lot of power.

You can watch the sunset.
Or walk with twenty pets.

Cornwall Park is a pretty place.
Come and join us for some fun in a calm space.