My eyes are the golden sparks spting out of the fire,
My voice is the sound of doging bullets.
My hair is the burning house next door,
My spine is the street of riped down houses.
My fingers are the shivering children shouting for help,
And all children get out of my sight for I am the Blitz.
Dayna this is excellent. Did you enjoyed writing it? You should be proud of the ideas and the effect it has. Mrs S
ReplyDeleteDayna love your pieces of work you should get work of the week!
ReplyDeletethats great
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