Treasure Digging
by Willow, age 5
Treasure Digging,
Down in the ground, in the road.
Through thick mud, hard stone,
Drilling, whole body shaking like jelly,
Down in the ground, in the road.
Spade gruffing, crashing into hard rock,
Hands scratching, scraping, searching for jewels,
Down in the ground, in the road.
Suddenly a sparkle, glittering in the dark,
Gems, soft and smooth,
Treasure of all sizes,
Down in the ground, in the road.
Hedgehog
by Willow, age 5
The hedgehog is brown as an owl,
And as little as a mouse.
He is sleepy as a pillow, soft and feathery.
He moves quickly like a sly fox.
He goes to hide in the bumpity leaves,
That are yellow and red like a flower.
The hedgehog crunches through the leaves,
Snuffling under them, hunting for food,
Tiredly searching for somewhere to sleep.
Suddenly he finds a soft spot in a bush.
He snuggles up in a ball and soon he is fast asleep,
Softly snoring to himself.
Butterfly
by Willow, age 5
Swish, swish,
Swish, swish,
Flap the colourful, silky wings.
Happily nibbling the sweet, sticky pollen,
From the tickly, honey scented flowers.
Rose petals dance to the music of the wind.
A bird swoops smoothly through the trees,
And the butterfly lands on it's rock-like nose.
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