Thetford Academy

    As we lay in the long grassy field, 

the dew settles over us.

    Looking up at the bright night.

    The full moon showing its glorious self, 

[Written by Lizzie Brown]

As I stand in the middle of blinding lights and hundreds of people, I feel the warm sticky air touch my skin.

The sound of blinkers always sounds like music to me. Whenever I am in the car and we are waiting for a while at a stop with the blinker on I sometimes imagine a beat or words in between. The songs can depend on what I am thinking about.

Leaves on their branches
Leaves fluttering in the wind
Leaves, colorful leaves
 

One time I was with my friend, Henry, and we were in his car heading towards his house to have a sleepover. He told me to guess which way we go to get to his home.