We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you see?
A squirrel, a plane, and some shimmering shells,
Prickly grass, and brown and white stones,
The blurry reflections of colourful houses,
The perfect river flowing, moorhens swimming.
A bus, a swan, a beautiful dog.
We saw the sky.
We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you smell?
Leaves fresh as green apples, sharp as mint.
Seaweed from the sea,
Dark green water,
We smelt the cool fresh air.
We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you hear?
Crackling, crumpling, rustling leaves.
The sound of a plane, a sound like a bell.
A bike cycling very gently
The brumming of cars
The engines of boats
The whooshing of buses.
The splashing of ducks’ flippers
Crashing waves
We heard our own footsteps.
We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you feel?
The barriers tingling our fingertips,
The concrete hard on our feet,
The breeze, the soft leaves, the smooth silver poles
The grass, a stone and a shell.
We felt warm, laughing, brilliant, happy.
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