It was dusty and overgrown in the lab, the ivy was covering most of the outside of the building, it was pouring in through the boarded up cracks in the wood panels in place of glass, and the whole place smelled musty.

Th laboratory was decimated, equipment was upturned, what was stainless steel was now chard black in places or looked like it was covered in snow.

Bunsen burners were scattered across the floor in pieces and disturbing patched of what could be blood was smeared across what would have been a white polished floor.

What a mess.

The infection grew through the population like wild fire, at first just picking out the weak and vulnerable, then moving on to people who were social in society, that meant retail and care staff, then before you knew it no one was safe, it was like a swarm enveloping the earth, no one escaped.

At one point various vaccines were on trial but nothing came of them, it was quickly found out that no-one was immune. Panic spread. Countries fell under the almighty infection until there was no person left alive, I say person as the animals were left to thrive.  Species that people had never meet before came down from the trees, out of the mountains and popped their heads above the waves of the oceans.

Emissions became less and the air smelt better, no more smog from funnel  chimneys or the smell of diesel from cars, life was appearing everywhere even where you didn’t expect it. Sharks in the Irish sea and confused deer around Edinburgh, it was nice to see nature thrive in that way.

Some animals crossed countries and birds migration patterns were massively disturbed as the weather changed.

With man not able to evolve naturally the animals did instead, and as man predicted, it was the monkeys that were the quickest to develop.

Except now there is a new strain of infection which is spreading through the seas, if the dolphins get it then the world is seriously screwed.

The Beach

The sun was shining warmly making the sand gleam like gold dust.

The rock pools were alive with cockle shells and crabs.

The black, beautifully shining shag sat on the rocky cliffside.

Boats were gliding swiftly on the waves, far out to sea.

A lighthouse far up the clifftop was sparkling In the sun’s warm bright light.

The sky was bright blue with no clouds as far as the eye could see, and the long grasses on the sand dunes were waving madly in the brisk wind.

All was silent until you could hear the faint sound of people shouting from the clifftop, and the cries of the sandwich terns skimming and diving beneath the waves, the smell of the sea salt and seaweed drifted past in the brisk wind.

Sea Journey

As the boat sails along the trail of foam that it has made by the thrashing waves. The sea turns black like charcoal and ripples and glistens, the sun shines a burning ray of light across the still calm sea.

Oh, I wish I was back in England already, because the weather gets misty and dusky as the journey went on, and the sea breezes are cold, and I’m gazing out to sea to see the French cliffs and harbour lights.

The Spell

Liver of a poisoned snake mix it well and boil and bake, in our cauldron stir it well, and that’s our spell for us to sell.

Eye of wolf and tongue of lizard, stir it round and make a blizzard.

Heart of horse and lung of fish goes splashing into our big dish.

Eye of wolf and tongue of lizard stir it round and make a blizzard.

Eels sting and howlets wing, with them, bring the jungle king.

Eye of wolf and tongue of lizard stir it round and make a blizzard.

Frogs legs, a cockroach or two, stir it together and make a perfect brew. Mash it and grill it and serve it up with bugs, then top it off with black slimy slugs.

Eye of wolf and tongue of lizard stir it round and make a blizzard.

Witches

At the witch’s flight at night, everything was dark and the dogs did bark. The wind was blowing and the tap was overflowing, at the witches’ flight at night.

The lightning fell all around me glistening in the moonlight, the witches came out and made their flight, with golden lightning all around them in the still night air.

The forest walk

The forest walk started long and hard, with branches and thistles everywhere, the heat travels through the misty glen.

The middle was the easy bit striding along in front of the others and seeing the cliffs and gorges of the mountains and the rushing tumbling water through the trees.

We find a bird as it flies like a butterfly, flapping its wings and showing its wing-span, showing its slender red wings.

The journey was easy to start back but got slower and longer as the trail goes on. We get to the forest glen where we climb stones and soil to get to the grassy glistening open air where we see trees and habitats of wildlife galore.

Getting lost in a wood as big as this is imaginable with flags for groups of orienteers, it was easy for us to explore off-trail. At last, we find it and follow downhill, fording a stream and climbing more rocks and boulders.

We make our way back to camp where beer and ice cream beckon.

Wildlife

Wildlife everywhere we go in the forest, the dark deep forest, it captures wonderful fast and graceful animals, such as fox, deer, and beautiful birds of prey that circle the sky, and catches fish beneath the water with its great claws and doesn’t let it go.

Animals are wonderful, they live in every place, jungle, desert, and every natural environment such as yours and mine, and when the dinosaurs could roam free.

The River

The river is a smooth-scaled snake slipping down the river to the sea below.

Where the wind does blow, over stones and under trees.

Cunningly the snake has an apportionment to make.

But on a stormy night, he curves his tongue and overflows, like some beast, thinking he’s got a feast.

School

Uncreative

I felt uncreative when I started school I couldn’t do my work

Ugh! I didn’t like my teachers very much yuck.

Creative

I felt creative on the 5^th of November it was a Friday see

Wow! We were writing a poem in class yeah!

Monsters

monsters, monsters everywhere I can see, in the cellar in the attic, everywhere. I can see through the static and every corner of the house, and everywhere around me, while I drink my tea, the great big house which is as silent as a mouse.

The darkest night there ever was for all eternity, so dark in the night air, through all those centuries of death and destruction, he waits, the bogey man waits.