A Visit to the Heath

The wind blows through the long grasses, swoosh, swoosh, swoooosh.
Leaves moving on the trees, rustle, rustle, rustle.
Butterflies flitting from a leaf to a flower, gentle, delicate, silent.
The sun is shining.

Lifting my head up high, there are no clouds in the sky.
As I look back down, the trees are green and brown.
On the floor beneath my feet, I see flowers so sweet,
Insects buzzing and gliding, and under rocks they are hiding.

Birds flying and hovering, flap, flap.
Birdsong on the breeze, twitter, cheap, caw.
Bees and insects are busy, buzz, buzz.
A gentle breeze blows.

Now that you have visited the heathland and read this short poem, try to write down all the words you can that describe your visit. What did you see, hear, smell, touch, and how did you feel when you were there. How did you feel before and after the trip?

Write a poem or story about your visit.

Illustrate your poem or story with drawings or paintings.