“I am my own Book Club” Ash 2020
Book club creative story – p77 from our collective books!
Daisy laughs, I usually get ask if I’m Spanish
A few words if it anyway.
You strike me as a cat of parts
or how I thought I did anyway.
I ran out of the gym and out of school, I wanted to run and run and never stop….
Gradually it dawned on me I was in the American Midwest!
Poem by Max
The slow man, a late night poem ✨
There once was a man, who walked very slow the further he went, the slower he’d go he puts on his boots, and sets off on a trip all the while hoping, he doesn’t stumble and slip
Getting tired, his energy grew low the time he spent, walking so slow it had worn him out, but off he whipped back to his home, to go to kipp
Despite doing the same everyday, the slow man could never bring himself to stray for no matter how tired he grew, his routine was what got him through sometimes it’s good to stray, but routine helps keep us at bay so off he went, as slow as can be, to venture into reality
Inspired by the song The Slowest Man Alive: https://youtu.be/frLKfP3PTD0
