Apples.

Nice bright, red, juicy-looking, round, tennis-ball-shaped, shiny.

Smooth, silky, hard, wet.

Crunch!

Sharp, hard, solid, sounds like chips, scrumptious, tender.

Mouth watering - it makes me want some more!

Te Whare Tapa Wha.

Buddy-by V.M Jones.

1938 - by Pastor Niemoller (Germany)

1938   

‘First they came for the Jews

And I did not speak out-

Because I was not a Jew.

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Then they came for the communists

And I did not speak out-

Because I was not communists.

Then they came for the trade unionists

And I did not speak out-

Because I was not a trade unionists.

Then they came for me-

And there was no one left

To speak out for me.

April Rain Song - by Langston Hughes.

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head.

With silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools

on the sidewalk.

The rain makes running pools

in the gutter.

The rain play's a little sleep-song

on our roof at night-

And I love the rain.

Robber Cat - by Joy Cowley.

Robber Cat

Sly old robber Fattyface

Has magnets on her paws

For opening kitchen cupboards

And refrigerator doors.

She robs a house then vanishes,

All the owner sees

Are pawprints in the butter

And toothmarks in the cheese.

By Joy Cowley.

Daydream- by A.S.J Tessimond.

Daydream

One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily.                            

And loving be natural as breathing and warm as sunlight,

And people will untie themselves,

as string is unknotted,

Unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers,

Unfurl,uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea,

And work will be simple and swift as a seagull flying,

And play will be casual and quiet as a seagull settling,

And the clocks will stop,

an no one will wonder or care or notice,

And people will smile without reason,

even in winter,

even in rain.