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Laura Bucknall Poem
Children give me pitying stares, At least I'd at home,
Pointing and screaming, Home,Sweet Home,
Giving my cubs a scare. Home in my forest,
Deep in China.
Keepers poke around my space,
Making me uncomfortable, When I'm lost and feeling alone,
In my place. I'd like to think that I was at home,
Back In my Home,
Adults think me as a comic pet, In China
Laughing and cheering,
It's like putting me under a net. At least I'd be at home,
Home, Sweet Home,
Teenagers think nothing of me, Home in my forest,
The past, the present, the future to come Deep in China.
I'm stuck in captivity,
Why can't they see?
Toddlers look,
As if I'm a wolf,
I'm nothing from a story book.
If I was back in my home,
Back in China,
It would be dream come true.
My brothers and sisters,
Would be waiting for me,
We would play together,
Out in the trees.
I would still live in fear,
From gunners and destruction,
But I would be at home
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Laura Bucknall Poem
My Mum is Lovely,
She is very cuddly,
My Mum is always nice,
She can fix things in a trice,
My Mum is really kind,
Whatever I do she doesn't mind,
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Laura Bucknall Poem
Blooming into creation,
A life has started.
Bright colours alive,
A life has begun.
Shrivelling away,
An old life retreating.
Bright colours fading,
An old life ending.
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Laura Bucknall Poem
April's showers brings May's flowers,
Rain thudding down the window.
The storm will bring colour and joy,
Rain pattering on the ceiling.
When the rain thuds down the window,
Its hard to belive it's spring.
When the rain patters on the ceiling,
It's hard to remember colour.
When storms come and go,
Spring seems to die.
April is a spring month,
But all seems like winter.
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Laura Bucknall Poem
I wish for world peace,
For the world to live as one.
I wish for happiness,
No anger and fear.
I wish for no poverty,
No people on the street.
I wish for equality,
For no high and low.
I wish for no illness,
No cancer or Flu,
Even if all my dreams came true,
The world still would have many problems.
Copyright © Laura Bucknall | Year Posted 2016
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