My dream is like a river flowing through my mind.
It twists and turns, as sparkles and shadows unwind.
Reflections of the light and dark
From my daytime.
It flows fast and slow,
A deep and shallow shine.
Causing a waterfall of images
To shatter through my sight.
A crazy kaleidoscope
Which sometimes gives me a fright.
Then it all disappears in the end of that nightmare.
And to follow comes a crowd
Of ballerinas twirling through the air.
But don't relax yet, you will like this bit most,
Here come some wicked witches
And a very gruesome ghost.
You might think that's the worst part,
But no, not at all
Because the scariest bit is when my alarm rings
And out of bed I fall!
by Imogen Bowes (9)
Clapham Manor Primary School - London
Competition - Once Upon a Dream
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