Clocks Poem by nicola pearsall

Clocks



the clocks move slow
they tick and go
some are loud they stand proud
big and strong
they will go wrong

bold as brass
they sometimes go fast
some are tall as a ships mast

when it ring
it just tings
go round when given a pound
the clock will sound

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