Poem -
SKIES
Violet skies are certainly not blue
A mixture of red is in there that's true
Black skies means rain is on the way
Much prefer blue I have to mention and say
Skies are with us every step of our lives
People may die but the sky survives
Taken for granted they will always remain
I look heavenwards and they are there again
Imagine if the sky wasn't visible and there
What would happen to all the fresh air ?
I love the skies a comfort to you and me
So pretty to look at and will always be
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The sky is awesome. It can look many things. Threatening and grey. Blue and peaceful. It can look like its glowing and ir can look bruised x
Mint!!! Xx
Sorry to interject, Kiernan, but Jillian was calling for a mint(she's very demanding). Jill, I have peppermint, or wintergreen.
OK, carry on kids.
Oh, and Kiernan, I really liked your poem! Fantastic. The skies are a beautiful thing, during the day, at night, in a storm, so you picked a great subject.
Awesome write.
Matthew.
Haha Matthew eedyat lol ❤️?❤️
LOL.
Sorry, I'm loopy today(I fell into a large bin of hula hoops).
However, I'm thinking of sending some of my ears to the dry cleaners this afternoon. Do you know a good one? Thanks. M.
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Yeah the sky is pretty frickin awesome XD
Brilliant write xx