Random 5 words – Monday “Stop!” the man shouted from the crossing. The little children ran across, and the lollypop man eyed me off, as though I’d tried to hit him. My cabbage had dropped on the floor and was rolling around; annoyed I tried to pick it up but couldn’t reach it. It was cold, and winter had struck, but I had my window rolled down. The lollypop man looked at me in a mysterious way, and Danny called out “hurry up sis, there’s no one there.” I pulled out and a random bicycle rolled out in front of us. I squeaked on the breaks and waited for the man to come yelling at me, but no one ever did.
Haiku – Tuesday Foot prints, shells and sand Following an endless path Meandering on
I am from… - Wednesday I am from ‘yikes’ I am from cheesy pasta, rice pudding and apple cakes I am from ships, parks, and fantasy places I am from colour-coded rooms, giant crafts, and non-grassed plains Statues - Thursday Business Men There were business men waiting to walk across the street. They were all wearing suits and carrying brief cases. The first man was looked dumb founded; he to be unaware of his surroundings. The second man looked up at the sky, curiously. I looked up too, but saw nothing. The last man seemed very rude, he was turning away from everyone, staring at nothing. All their faces were bland though, none of them appeared to be doing much, just standing, just waiting. The odd thing about them was; they were sculptures. Saint George and the Dragon With a snake like head, wings, and two sharp horns on its head, the dragon fought to defend itself from the spear. At the end of the spear, sitting on a horse, was Saint George. He wore nothing but a helmet to show his bravery. All three figures, frozen on the pillar for an eternity, plus. I sometimes sit on the bench and wonder whether they come alive at night, if they ever finish their battle. Sometimes I even wait late into the evening, but nothing ever happens. They just pause, just like are, Saint George spearing the Dragon, and the Dragon attacking back.
Random 5 words – Monday
“Stop!” the man shouted from the crossing. The little children ran across, and the lollypop man eyed me off, as though I’d tried to hit him. My cabbage had dropped on the floor and was rolling around; annoyed I tried to pick it up but couldn’t reach it. It was cold, and winter had struck, but I had my window rolled down. The lollypop man looked at me in a mysterious way, and Danny called out “hurry up sis, there’s no one there.” I pulled out and a random bicycle rolled out in front of us. I squeaked on the breaks and waited for the man to come yelling at me, but no one ever did.
Haiku – Tuesday
Foot prints, shells and sand
Following an endless path
Meandering on
I am from… - Wednesday
I am from ‘yikes’
I am from cheesy pasta, rice pudding and apple cakes
I am from ships, parks, and fantasy places
I am from colour-coded rooms, giant crafts, and non-grassed plains
Statues - Thursday
Business Men
There were business men waiting to walk across the street. They were all wearing suits and carrying brief cases. The first man was looked dumb founded; he to be unaware of his surroundings. The second man looked up at the sky, curiously. I looked up too, but saw nothing. The last man seemed very rude, he was turning away from everyone, staring at nothing. All their faces were bland though, none of them appeared to be doing much, just standing, just waiting. The odd thing about them was; they were sculptures.
Saint George and the Dragon
With a snake like head, wings, and two sharp horns on its head, the dragon fought to defend itself from the spear. At the end of the spear, sitting on a horse, was Saint George. He wore nothing but a helmet to show his bravery. All three figures, frozen on the pillar for an eternity, plus. I sometimes sit on the bench and wonder whether they come alive at night, if they ever finish their battle. Sometimes I even wait late into the evening, but nothing ever happens. They just pause, just like are, Saint George spearing the Dragon, and the Dragon attacking back.