School – The First Stages of the World

School is the place where we have our education and learn new things, And often where our first strong friend relationships begin. This teaches us the things we need to know so that we are smart, And how to get a job in this world and play our own part. We start in nursery, where … Continue reading School – The First Stages of the World

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Fathers – A daughter’s first love, a son’s first hero

A father is the male in the family, that takes control over everything; Helping with decisions of the house, mother the Queen, him the King This figure is a role model that children seem to follow and copy, Although they seem mean on the outside, they are always good on the inside, as sweet as … Continue reading Fathers – A daughter’s first love, a son’s first hero

Toys – Our Fictional Friends

Toys are objects that we played with as children; Whether we were playing with Barbies or making a Lego building. We would talk to them, take care of them, and always had fun; But we were always excited to move on to that new Nerf gun! As babies we have those pretend phones or that … Continue reading Toys – Our Fictional Friends

Your Beauty

Your beauty is ever before my eyes, The wind a catalyst for it's sway, My eyes behold your excellence, My mind racing, It makes my heart pang. Directs my feet to chase after you, For ever you are ever before me, Swaying: left, right and left again! It leaves me speechless. At the perfect time, … Continue reading Your Beauty

Family – Love Unconditional

A family is often the mum, dad and children together; A unit that is happy and sticks together, whatever the weather. They co-exist in harmony most of the time, as one big team, Making life easy for each other, as swift and light as a dream. First you start of as nuclear, with the mother … Continue reading Family – Love Unconditional

My Humble Friend

The wind blows, Rustling each leaf, The trees bow to the music it makes, I dance through the storm, Tossed about riding this breeze. Did I say storm? The dust rises as it spirals home, The sound of laughter it makes, We dance along to the music. The sun's out, The wind soothing our scorched … Continue reading My Humble Friend