As I perch here in this tree
I know there is no other bird
That could be as bored as me.
What is that, that I just heard?
I looked up to try and see,
But what it is, is far too blurred.
So off I fly, way up high, into the sky.
I'm in the clouds, I see it now,
I'm nearly there, not far to go.
I pass the stars and wonder how,
They burn so bright and sparkle so.
Way up high, into the sky.
Tired now but on I plough.
I need to know, what made that sound,
And now I land and look around,
Amazed by what I have found.
I'm on the moon and there's that sound,
It's standing there, upon a mound.
Through the dust I creep,
To where the creature sits,
As I near, the sunlight seeps.
I lean, I trip, I nearly fall,
Wide awake, it's been a dream.
I didn't leave this world at all!
by Lia Bourike (9)
Orton Wistow Primary School, Peterborough
Competition - Out Of This World
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