The world has awoken, The birds are busy, Electrifying, The cicadas buzzing is annoying, Looking out of my window, I am ready for my day, Seeing rhythms of light across the night sky. I get in the boat, Camera flashes, catching glimpses of spectacular The motor coughs and sputters but it starts, I speed along, images I fish for hours with nothing to show, dancing before me. Darkness approaches, Lightning, lit up the night sky like a reflective I decide to fish surface, photographic Splash the lure hits the water, umbrella. Plop, Plop, Plop, Then I the retrieve, Crack! The earth split in half, like an egg cracking in Smash! the My lure gets taken, atmosphere. The rod loads, I feel the pressure as I steer the fish, I it to the boat, I hear my heart pounding against my chest, I land it, It is huge at least 80 pounds, The Girl from Rivers Run I get a Millie Slade And I go home cause it’s getting late. The trees were rustling in the wind, And the river was flowing loudly, As the girl from the river was standing there, On top of the mountain proudly. Her beautiful horse, Fireworks As black as night, Grace Cowan Went faster than The speed of light. As she went riding, Bursts of colour, Her horse’s hooves were pelting the ground, Like little soldiers, Like thousands of flowers popping in the sky, Playing around. Shatters of noise across the city, also is a horseman, Like bullets are shot through glass. That lives at the top of the hill, He looked after his crops, A block buster of a cracking confetti comet, Like his old man Bill. Spiral spinner sparkler being propelled in advance of the went the horseman’s gun, “Bang” Earth, As loud as thunder, When he shot a rabbit, Titanium salute lights up the dark night sky, In the middle of his pasture. A wavy reckless whistle effect, Their life is great, That awesome childhood memory. A lot of fun, Is to be had, On Rivers Run. I can tell you this, No need to shiver, Lightning
The world has awoken, The birds are busy, The cicadas buzzing is annoying, I am ready for my day, I get in the boat, The motor coughs and sputters but it starts, I speed along, I fish for hours with nothing to show, Darkness approaches, I decide to fish surface, Splash the lure hits the water, Plop, Plop, Plop, Then I the retrieve, Smash! My lure gets taken, The rod loads, I feel the pressure as I steer the fish, I it to the boat, I hear my heart pounding against my chest, I land it, It is huge at least 80 pounds, I get a And I go home cause it’s getting late. Fireworks Grace Cowan Bursts of colour, Like thousands of flowers popping in the sky, Shatters of noise across the city, Like bullets are shot through glass. A block buster of a cracking confetti comet, Spiral spinner sparkler being propelled in advance of the Earth, Titanium salute lights up the dark night sky, A wavy reckless whistle effect, That awesome childhood memory. Lightning Electrifying, Looking out of my window, Seeing rhythms of light across the night sky. Camera flashes, catching glimpses of spectacular images dancing before me. Lightning, lit up the night sky like a reflective photographic umbrella. Crack! The earth split in half, like an egg cracking in the atmosphere. The Girl from Rivers Run Millie Slade The trees were rustling in the wind, And the river was flowing loudly, As the girl from the river was standing there, On top of the mountain proudly. Her beautiful horse, As black as night, Went faster than The speed of light. As she went riding, Her horse’s hooves were pelting the ground, Like little soldiers, Playing around. also is a horseman, That lives at the top of the hill, He looked after his crops, Like his old man Bill. “Bang” went the horseman’s gun, As loud as thunder, When he shot a rabbit, In the middle of his pasture. Their life is great, A lot of fun, Is to be had, On Rivers Run. I can tell you this, No need to shiver,
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