by: Bradbury, Lucy, Cruickshank, Sara & Turnbull, Jessica
Source: Afterglow – Joseph Farquharson
At the tip tap o the trees the sna faas doon to the grun.
The aul twigs peek oot fae the sna.
The rubbits come oot looking for their maet.
The pinky sky glows through the trees.
The trees look rotton and worn oot.
The wind rocks the trees and maks them creaks.
The ferm drifts into the distance.
Ye can hear a deer barkin in the wid.