Bronah @ Greymouth High School: September 2015

Monday, 14 September 2015

Red

Red is the color of blood at the end of along hard war.
Red is the taste of your tongue after you have drunken raspberry soda.
Red is the color of the sun setting for the day.
Red is the taste of a freshly picked strawberry
Red is the feeling of that giant red fluffy mat at grandmas that you made fluff angels on.

I once found a horse on St Patrick's Day,

It really liked to eat lots of hay,

although it was lost,

It wasn't embossed,

and it sure had a really good neigh!!

small girl

wandered into the

forest beside the mountain

lost in the humongous tree-trunks

her small stomach roaring with hunger.

The sprint

Footsteps smack the ground,

Running against the wild wind,

Whipping my hair back.

The baby

Silently waiting,

The clock ticks to twelve o'clock,

A cry sounds softly.

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