Classes – Years 5 & 6

Ffrind Dosbarth 5

Ffrind Dosbarth 6

Poems based on ‘The Magic Box’ by Kit  Wright

My Magic Box

I will put in the box

The swish of a silk sari on a breezy eve,

fire from the nostrils of a cheesy mean teacher,

the tip of a wheezy wheel touching the road.

I will put in my box

A snowman with a shiny smile

A sip of the coolest water fromLakeLucerne

A highly spark from an electric fish.

I will put in the box

Three violet dishes made inIndia,

The last wish of an ancient uncle

And the first bit of mash in a babies mouth

I will put in my box

A fifth season and a black sun

A cowboy on his mums black stallion

And a knights gun on a white horse

My box is made from ice, gold and steel

With stars on the lid and secrets in the corners.

Its hinges are the days of the year.

I shall fly in my box

To a faraway land that nobody has known for years

Then wash ashore on a beach

The colour of the stars.

Isabella 

My Magic Box

I will put in my box

 Loud squeals from a baby

The words from my favourite story book

And the taste of fresh, cool water

I will put in my box

My blue blanket, as soft as the clouds,

The best friends a girl could have

And all my secrets waiting to be shared.

I will put in my box

Soft white snow as cold as ice,

Smoke from the ears of a terrible teacher

And the smell of warm cookies waiting to be eaten.

My box is fashioned with rubies and emeralds.

Spots on the lid and stripes on the sides.

Its hinges are the ankles of angels with little stars in the corners.

I will fly in my box.

Over the great Statue of Liberty, when my box sparkles in the sunlight.

I will look after my box for as long as I live.

It will always be by my side.

     Molly