Writing Group 4 : Poem

There are holes in the sky

All that way up high
Where the clouds seep through from heaven
As I lie on the grass and watch the planes fly past
I think of the stars that tinkle
The little lights at night, red, gold and white
Are proof that a sun always shines
In that place far above me
Where the great big HE
Sits looking down at his children

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