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    My daughter, Natascha, will kill me but here is her poem that she wrote for a school project last year aged 10 .Totally unbeknown to us

    EMOTIONS

    When I am sad I feel like a white feather
    Floating in the air,being pushed away
    From all civilization

    I am a red hot billowing volcano
    When I am angry
    Sizzling and bubbling lava
    Creeping down my face
    In the middle of the night

    When I feel lonely...
    I am a grey,dusty painting
    Alone in the attic,
    Where the sun never shines.
    Stuffed away in the corner,
    With a sheet of my famous Monet painting.

    I feel like a green book,
    When I am jealous.
    Seeing all the other books being read,
    When I am forgotten about
    And I'm left on the shelf.
    I envy them so much I might even explode.

    When I am afraid, I am a new born snow, white rabbit,
    Wondering what might happen if I go out of my sweet home.
    If I might get hurt or get run over,
    And if I get lost in the big world.

    I am a brown, oak chair, when I am safe,
    Inside a lovely, warm home safe from danger.
    Sat with other household objects
    In a room protected from thieves.

    I feel like the Cornish coast sea, when I am calm,
    With the sun glaring on my back
    As I come in and out of the beach.
    The touch of people's feet dipping in me.

    I am a buzzing yellow bee, when I am happy,
    Hopping to different flowers collecting nectar
    And feeling the wind through my hair.
    The golden sun beaming on the lovely flowers.


    It won an award after being entered by the school in an island competition. We didn.t even know about it until the end of term...kids eh

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