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Wednesday, 9 March 2016

The birthday

The unhappy statues sit there immobile
fixed to the spot 

The colorful cake sits there, 
as if a rainbow is spread all over,
waiting to be eaten
like watching a storm arrive.

The trees shake 
in the cold like penguin shaking 
the freezing cold water.

Why do they look so sad? 
Did someone pass away?
Is someone missing?

 My reflection
I am learning to change simile in to metaphor my next step is to write metaphor in my writing
I feel good because I can work by myself when we write. 

                 Painting by Harry Linley Richardson

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