Wednesday, 2 November 2016

Hide and seek 


The prickly bush nails into my skin.
The voices of the teachers saying, found you.
I see her.
Don't move don't talk don't do anything .
The seeker walks into the forest 
As the trees are dancing in the wind 
I dash a cross the field
Hopping she won't find me 
She is going to find me for sure.
Man I don't want to go back,
Write about this!
We'll here I am now 
I hear the loud voice of mrs Bentall 
I get by hide a tree I think to myself 
I'm I the last one 
The sound of big foot steps maybe it's, it's” the Seekers.
The  loud voice says I found you!








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