Creative writing 20/10/08
Orange and Red that’s what enters my head as I’m looking at this picture that’s set straight ahead.
An autumn day is what comes to mind my favourite time of year the leaves have fallen to the ground leaving a beautiful colourful blanket of red, orange, yellow and brown the trees are bare but strong in the wind. A gentle breeze is all it takes to make the woods sing there magic song which to us is the rustle of the leaves. The animals are starting to settle down and getting ready for what lies ahead the long long winter when they hibernate. The wood in autumn is such a magical place it’s like a whole other world where you can be whoever you your imagination will let you be. The queen of the fairies perhaps or goldilocks. Far in the distance there is a lovely little house with a great big chimney it is a beautiful house with a big gate and lovely beams of dark wood.
As you get closer you can smell lovely food being cooked coming from the house maybe it is the three bears after all. The closer you get the more your tummy rumbles the most delightful aroma is slowly wafting through the woods. You could probably smell it for miles and miles. When you get to the big gate there is a huge tree with a swing I wonder whose swing it is what fun it would be to play on this swing. At the door way is a pile of logs freshly cut for a big fire they must be to keep you very warm in the cold days ahead. The door is open so I go on inside “hello is anybody here” but there is no reply. I go into the kitchen and by the cooker is an old lady stirring something in a great big pot “hello dear” say’s the lady “have you washed you hands for dinner “yes Nan I reply. After all this house does not belong to the three bears but to my lovely Nan who I’m visiting but it could you know it really could!