Thursdays’ writing was all about emotions.

 

 

We’ve now finished our collaborative art.

I’ve also been learning to write a poem.

Neverbelieve 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I found a ripped-leather, mud-cloaked book, 

that will flick to a random page to read when opened. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I tip-toed across the glistening, icy blue skate-rink, 

loving each step of the way. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard the chirp of birds on a frosty morning, 

especially the two robins that sit outside my window. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt the swift breeze of the midnight sky glittering like a diamond, brush against my cheek. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I captured a slight glimpse of a wise, fire burnt phoenix, going on a hunt for food. 

In the land of Neverbelieve, I traced the tip of my finger across the ancient bark, showing me its past.