Wednesday, 30 March 2016

A place I can call home

Under the 
dusty
trees Coco,
lurks
in the
shadows
watching a bird, 
like a hawk.

I hear the the birds 
squawking 
while my dad puts 
sausages on the BBQ .

My next door 
neighbor,
has fish & chips 
it pollutes 
the air,
forcing 
It up my nose.

I see a
mysterious round
creature crawling
across my lawn
it looks as if it
has thorns rising
out of his back.

That's a place I can call home. 

4 comments:

  1. I like your piece of writing when you say under the dusty trees, I also like when you say I hear the the birds squawking and I like when you said his thorns were rising out of his back. oh your house sounds awesome

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  2. I like your piece of writing when you say under the dusty trees, I also like when you say I hear the the birds squawking and I like when you said his thorns were rising out of his back. oh your house sounds awesome

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  3. Your writing reminds me of went I had BBQ in America.

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  4. Great peom ari! I love the way you say the fish and chips pollutes the air👍👍👍👌👌👌👌👌👌👍👍it reminds me of earring fish and chips

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