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The Lake District<br />
The sun sent down its rays of light<br />
As the mountain quickly came to life<br />
Smothered with leaves and thickets of trees<br />
As the birds sang their sweet melodies.<br />
Beyond the hills, the grass that lay<br />
As green as emeralds in the middle of May<br />
Had huddles of trees, their branches thick<br />
And easy to climb as they didn’t snap like a stick.<br />
A great oak tree stood in the centre<br />
With a diameter of at least a meter<br />
And branches that were strong and supportive<br />
Enough to hold the kids who climbed upon it.<br />
On the ground, a path of stones led<br />
Away from the tree<br />
That was probably dead<br />
To a peaceful beach, sandy and gold<br />
At the edge of a lake that was centuries old.<br />
The calm waves rippled upon it<br />
As at night, they were moonlit<br />
The inky blackness coated the surface<br />
As the dark trees towered over the place.<br />
When the sun rises at the crack of dawn<br />
The water is as crisp as a freshly mown lawn<br />
As the surface holds a perfect reflection<br />
Of the snow tipped mountain in the other direction.<br />
Hannah Preston Aged 13, 2018
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