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The inky black settles once again.
Anther night alone.
No one to talk to no one for company,
she shivers and rattles in the cold winter air.
Even though the team pillars are meant to protect her
she still doesn't feel safe.
Every day and night she longs for the trees and plants to talk to her,
but because she's new nobody likes her.
Slowly she drifts off to sleep.

As the sun rose the next morning everything was different.
The fences had vanished, the tradesmen had disappeared
and something was tickling her left arm.
She looked around, it was a child!
A little toddler sliding down her arms.
It tickled, in a warm and happy way.
Suddenly it stopped, she soon realized it was because of the bell.
She thought about the tickling feeling she just felt, and if she'd ever feel it again.
2 hours later the bell rung again, but this time it wasn't just a toddler, it was a whole wave of children!
All pushing and shoving to be the first one on the new playground.
A few minutes later that little tickling feeling she had felt earlier grew into a HUGE tickling sensation! As the children slid down her arms,crawled through her throat and played in her sandpit.
She no longer felt lonely, she knew the children loved her and she loved them.

That night her heart no longer felt broken,
it felt mended and warm and happy.
Even though the children were gone she could still felt like they were there, and tickling her.
She loves that tickling feeling, and she'll never let it go.

1 comments:

  1. Your poem is amazing Ashley. No wonder you got 3rd. You did awesome reading in assembly B.T.W.

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