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Glistening sparkles
Firing shapes
Multicoloured
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Sprinkling colours
Shimmering lines.
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‘Palm Trees’ by Ciara Age 9
Palm trees sway,
as boats hit the dock,
In the early days of may,
In all the times around the clock.
boats are turning,
while fisherman’s cats,
are watching the burning.
fireworks are booming,
whilst at the sea boats are zooming
I wish you were there just you and me
Palm trees sway,
As boats sail by,
The sunny bay,
Cowers away; he is shy.
Even though the ships are tall,
they can’t see as much as you and me,
We can see a jewel,
but they can’t see a bee.
Fireworks displays,
go on every night,
there’s a cave
you could be in one you just might!
It is very calm,
we’re going to sleep,
there is not an alarm.
We are all in the deep….
The skies are blue, the lovely ocean too,
The boats sailing around the sea.
The busy busy town, they never
have a frown, and nobody wears
dull colours like brown.
There are bright colours instead,
like white yellow and red,
the ships float like bread,
and everybodies favourite colours are red.
The fireworks are loud,
with a giant cloud,
and the people make lots of sound.