Writing By Conor

My Hiding Place

I stay tucked up in a ball.

'Pit, pat, pit, pat'.

"Oh no, he's coming!"

I whispered.

I got up

As quick as a cheetah

and sped to

a secret pathway.

My window is up there.

I love to hide there.

I was under the deck.

Then there was nothing!

It was amazing

He didn't find

Me.

WOULDN'T THAT BE SOMETHING

What if you woke one morning

To find your sheets

Were made of candyfloss.

And my brother Oscar

Called you by paper plane

To go sky-diving

And have a parachute.

Suppose the penquin

promised

"As soon as winter is finished

we'll skip right into summer".

So we can go to the beach.

Wouldn't that be something.

THE BEANSTALK

Beanstalk growing

Heart pumping

Eyes staring

Clouds swaying

Body shaking

Feet slipping

Arms stretching

No longer

Mouth closed in a circle

Eyebrows up,

Intense white snow.

A mist rising over Jack

And guess what he saw?

He found himself in giant land.

The grass was vast

"Do they ever mow the grass?" he thought.

The giant might see him

And think there is an ant in his pants.

"FE, FI, FO, FUM "

I see an ant in pants

In the intense white snow.

Jack is sub-zero and warm

because he was wearing

Long clothes.