Allsorts

Trees dancing in the wind
Meadows growing lovely
Bright shining sun
Plants grow grow grow
Animals adventure time
Soft breeze in the air
Shine bright light nature

I’m a great climber.
I turn backwards when people spray me.
When humans climb a tree I chase them.
When humans see me they can’t play dead.
I bite people.
Growl growl growl.

Summer is great
Because of the summer break
I can stay home all day
Or go far away
I live like life ends tomorrow
Having fun without any sorrow
We enjoy our games
We live the same
Like brothers,
No worry of our mothers,
We only care about one another
The beach’s sand keeps me warm
From the now long-gone winter,
We go to the Highlands,
Up in Ayrshire, and Inverness
Or sometimes down to London,
We stay alive,
Through the night
Keeping the flame forever bright
We go on hikes,
Up to the Pentland heights
As the clock ticks and tocks
Until the unfortunate end
Of summer break
I love to eat
Tons of ice cream
And drink gallons of lemonade
Sitting on the beach.
Every day, we live through our holidays
During school everything seems like a maze,
And while I’m at home everything goes quick as a blaze
I don’t want to go to school,
I want to stay home and
Sleep and eat tasty food
No more school, please
I want to have more sleep.

Bats are dark, as black as the night.
Bats are scary, they give you a fright.
Bats fly around, never on the ground.
When one comes to see me, I see what it’s found.
Sometimes it’s a mouse, sometimes it’s a rat.
Sometimes it is even a very small bat!
Bats hang upside down to sleep
Because their sleep is very deep.
Come out at night, you very might see me.

The sea is full of lots of fish that swim and glide, slide and swish
The sea is home to whales and sharks that cry and moan in the dark
The groups of fish are big as bears and they lurk around everywhere
The sea is an undiscovered world underneath the waves that swirl
The sea is becoming a polluted place and fish are dying at a fast pace
If we do not stop it then the sea creatures will all cease to be.

Every Christmas
I think of what I hold dearest
Everyone who gives me love
As if they were possessed by a dear dove
So I love them back
And we are a pack
For LIFE

I wander through the halls of time
where golden memories softly shine.
Laughter lingers in the air,
whispers of a life once there.
The sunlit days of endless June,
songs we danced to, out of tune.
Footsteps traced in shifting sand,
hearts unchained, hand in hand.
The echoes call, but time moves fast,
a river that won’t let me grasp
the fleeting touch of days gone by
soft as clouds in a summer sky.
Yet in my heart, they brightly gleam,
alive within each wistful dream.
The past remains, it never fades,
a lantern’s glow in evening’s shade.
But though the years may drift away,
Their echoes still find paths to stay.
In quiet moments, soft and low,
their voices rise, their faces glow.
The scent of rain on thirsty ground,
a song once lost, now newly found.
A photograph, its edges worn,
a story waiting to be reborn.
Not sorrow’s weight, nor longing’s chain,
but gentle warmth that soothes like rain.
For what once was still lives in me,
a timeless thread, a melody.
So as I walk these roads anew,
beneath the skies of deeper blue,
I cherish all that’s come to pass—
the love, the light, the joy that lasts

Oh, Australia I love you.
Oh, Australia, your sky so blue.
Oh, Australia I love your deserts, mountains, also fountains, all of you.
Oh, Australia I love you, so traditional in this land
Oh, Australia here you stand over them all s
Oh Australia, we love you
Look at you, dear Australia.

The black cat was walking down the stair
The wall slightly brushing his silky hair
His paws glided down little and fair
While his fierce little claws screamed – Danger! Beware!

The cat’s long silky tail gently flicked the wall
His steady arched back looking ever so tall
He searched for food, he never felt full
While the little cats posture said clearly I rule

The cat stretched out his furry black toes
And slowly twitched his button nose
His eyes glowed red just like a rose
And when the door is open out he goes

His tiny fluffy ears were flat like a pancake
He ran so fast you could hear the floor shake
His fur was so perfect it could have been fake
And he hungrily tucked in to his big juicy steak

The sun wakes early, bold and bright,
Spilling gold on fields of light.
Blue skies stretch with lazy grace,
And time slows down its frantic pace.

The breeze is warm, with scents of green,
Of cut grass fresh and oceans clean.
Children laugh with ice-cream lips,
And salt clings to their fingertips.

The trees wear cloaks of emerald hue,
While daisies drink the morning dew.
Each sunset paints the clouds in fire,
Stirring dreams and soft desire.

Barefoot walks through dusty trails,
Paper boats and cotton sails.
Stars arrive like whispered lore—
Summer, knocking at the door.