Mine and Evelyns Seasons Writing

GoodBye Winter,

        Hello Spring

Although the trees are not so bare, if you find a leaf it is pretty rare.

Although mud still lines the ground, the grass dries out when the sun comes round.

Although the concrete gets quite warm, the shadows hang around till after dawn.

Although daffodils sprout up and bloom, on the trees there’s still room.

Although eyes don’t yet screw up to the sun, you can still swim and have fun.

Although jerseys are worn in the cold, people start to strip and clothes unfold.

Although the ice slows the grass growing, you can now hear the sound of mowers mowing.

Although some go barefoot, some are still deep in hoods.

Although plants cry for the warmth of the sun, their flowers now bloom in bunches with more than one.

Although the wind whispers a cold breeze, lambs frolic about, carelessly falling on their knees.

Although calves are getting brushed an led, it’s freezing cold outside, so they get warm milk to drink,

Goodbye cold, Hello Warmth.

By Evelyn and Kaelyn.

Speed Writing

The bang of the gun echos across the fields, frightening every living thing, whether miles away, or so close, yet you can’t even see it. The rabbit flies across the paddock with a spring in its step, but this is not for fun, someone wants to kill the fluffy, creamy speedster.

Tearing across the dry, long, scratchy grass, it calls for it’s friends, family and relations. They now are alerted for the danger, that could be anywhere.

The tiny rabbit, bounded into a hole, like it was never there. While hearing the nose of a hound, it’s own twitches tentatively. Footsteps ring into the rodents ears.

Once the danger has gone, he climbs out of the hole. Making no noise, he races off, but stops, to check for sure. Thudding the ground as he scratches, and bounds along happily joyous of his victory. But not for long, for he may never be safe.

Guitar writing.

Have you ever walked into your dirty, messy room, and smelt the appealing smell of guitar zips? Have you seen the endless road of the zips path, opening a new gateway, starting a new beginning? Have you felt the smooth, shiny surface with a hole, that digs deep into the instrument?

Strumming the strings of the magical guitar, makes me overwhelmed with relaxation. Feeling the soft sounds of echoing happiness. Have you ever heard them? The way it rings through my ears and plays a soft calming beat on my eardrums.

How does music make you feel?