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Duy ngồi viết thiệp sinh nhật cho em An 1

In my Indian dreams (poem by Duy)

Duy’s class was tasked with writing a poem titled “In my dreams” and he chose to write about India: In my Indian dreams In my dreams I saw, A terrific tiger Menacingly tossing its magnificent head up, And let out a mighty growl as loud as thunder. In my dreams I smelt, The wonderful whiff of grounded spices Being gently grinded with the grinding stone. In my dreams I heard, Crunchy fried poppadom, Cackling wickedly like witches, In their pan. In my dreams I tasted, Gooey mango chutney, As sweet as chocolate. In my dreams I felt, The skin of...

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A very random poem by An (7 years old)

…after picking some blackberries and got pricked by their thorns Some flowers smell nice, but some don’t Some will grow, but some won’t Their berries look quite good They don’t taste as they should Be careful of the prickly leaves on the branch of wood Sau khi đi hái dâu về và bị gai đâm, An ngồi làm một bài thơ con cóc: Có những bông hoa có mùi thơm, có những bông không Có những [cây] mọc cao lên, có những [cây] không Trái [dâu] của chúng trông khá ngon Nhưng vị thì chẳng được như thế Bạn phải...

Duy on a tree on the coastal part near Croyde Bay, North Devon - 28/6/2010 (4.5 years old) 0

The Tree – by Duy

In Spring, its leaves are starting to grow Filling the branches with a lovely glow In Summer, its buds start to bloom The sight of it destroys any gloom In the heart of Autumn, the leaves start to fall All the leaves will fall – the low and the tall In the bleak mid-Winter, it is completely bare But never mind there’s still another year What is this beautiful object? That is the question! So now we come to it, I shall tell you: It is a tree!