She had an uncanny energy for lifethankful for every little miracle it bestowed—and it made herentirely impossibleto live without. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies
“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,S ...Show more
"Makeda! Keshon!"Mrs. Abbot, the Head of the orphanage, screamed at us. Keshon swung at me but I dodged his blow and punched him in the stomach. Before I could deliver another blow, Aunty Pearl, one of the workers at the orphanage, held my hand. That night I went to bed without d ...Show more
I was in the middle of a deep sleep, dreaming about lying on a beach on an island far, far away, when I suddenly felt like the earth was shaking beneath me. It took me a few minutes to come round and realise that it wasn’t in my dream, someone was actually shaking me!“Chloe, wake ...Show more