My Beautiful Box by Cristina

I will put in my box…

A garden of colourful butterflies,

The Turquoise Ocean splashing against the sand,

The clear moonlight hiding behind the creepy branches.

I will put in my box,

My dark red heart with all my kindness,

All my romantic dreams I have.

My box is made of,

Swirly water falling down,

Butterfly shapes,

And little asterisk-stars

I will keep it all my life

In my room, hidden in my closet.

I will look at it every night.

My Snow Dragon

By Cristina

His eyes are like black rain drops.

His tail is as long as a railway track.

His teeth are smooth and snowy white.

I give him hot chocolate so his fur warms up.  

His fur is charming soft.

His heart is made of ice.

Every night he protects the snowy

Entrance way of my house.

He has a lot of long hair hanging down his tail.

His breath is chilly ice.

He drinks hot chocolate,

Only warming a little.

haiku

It tickles my hand

It’s like a small ladybird.

Go back to your tree.

Rozenn

Red spotty firebug,

You look like a ladybird,

You have lovely spots.

Claudia

Sleepy praying priest,

Wish good luck to the firebug:

Fly baby firebug!

Jacques

It smells like cherry,

Lavender feels soft like fur,

It has flowers on.

Amelia

On the lavender

There is one last small flower

Which is dying now.

Alicia

Olive tree, cold, freeze,

Rosemary, maple tree burns,

Lavender curls up.

Pablo

Bushes that smell nice:

Lavender and Rosemary;

Not those spiky balls.

Tobias

Old olive tree curled,

Enjoying the gentle breeze, 

Sprouting fresh olives.

Mimi

 Light sings through the trees.

Leaves fall with a crunch of bugs.

The bugs are pretty crazy.

Penelope

When the red leaves fall,

The red firebugs fall as well,

And caterpillars.

Cristina

When the leaves fall down

They turn red and yellow up down

There are also fruit.

Maia

The maple is big,

Leaves have only six sides.

See, a spiky ball!

Fernando

Green spikes everywhere,

Maple tree hung with stink bombs:

I gave one to Jacques.

Gustavo

Red maple tree leaf,

Falling on the short green grass,

I take you back home.

Clara

The outline is white.

It looks like it is cracking:

A baby bird’s egg.

Ryan

Cristina's pebble and poem

Here's Cristina's pebble and the poem she wrote at home:

You are my first pebble. I found

you at the park. I

saved your life.

Now you are nice

and safe with me.

You are small

as small

as a baby 

chick

you could

grow big

like a 

giant.

In the water you

shine like a star.