Beautiful Pebbles

by Poppy May Lydia aged 6 and 7

I see beautiful pebbles
glaring in the sun like cats’ eyes.
It’s nearly lunch time.
In the afternoon pebbles are so pretty.
I see beautiful pebbles
with their last chance of showing off.
It’s getting dark now.
I don’t see beautiful pebbles
because I’m tucked up in my bed.

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