My Best Friend

He's my best friend, He loves a good laugh, Not a day goes past we don't speak. He is the funniest guy, When i'm sad, He'll make me laugh. He does a lot for me, Im very grateful. Hes my best friend, What would I do, Without him. Who is he? Hes my best friend, Sebastien. By Jack W. Kissell

A Poem By Bellah.

London

The city,

The city I belong in,

The busiest place on earth.

Has small streets,

Big streets,

Wide streets,

Dull streets.

Exciting Features,

London Eye,

Big Ben'

Wax Museum,

And Leister Square.

The amazing city,

Packed in to one game,

Crazy right.

Riding trains,

Surviving getting lost,

Hearing mind the gap as you get on.

Gliding through,

Snow,

Rain,

And hail.

Buckingham Palace,

We were standing, 

outside,

My dream Palace.

I travelled,

Around this,

Amazing Country.

LONDON I LOVE YOU BABY