“mother’s parasol I unfold the dust of other summers” – Ernest J. Berry.

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By Lucy (Year 4, Unload Creative Writing, 2014)

My parasol smells like strawberries
and it smells like cereal too.
It doesn't only give room to me,
it can also give room for two!
It sounds like meadows and gentle waves
to make way for the pretty caves.
It looks like a rainbow, my dear, dear friend,
its colours will stretch ‘til the very end.
It feels like a pillow made of silk from the clouds;
it makes me feel quiet, not loud.
It tastes like things sweet and sour,
its beauty lies beneath its power.

http://redroomcompany.org/poetry-object/poems/4180/

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