Maia's Box

By Maia

I will put in the box

An erupting volcano a thousand metres high

My guinea-pigs Buster and Ratatouille

And Italy seen from space

I will put in the box

A lake at the end of China with the smell of sea

And the smell of a dreaming horse

The smell of my mum’s quiche

I will put in the box

My cushy brownie cake

And my dad’s fish lasagne

And a Christmas roast diner

I will put in the box

To slide down waterfall like a Spanish dragon

And to ride on my friend, Clara’s horse

To swish down a giant water slide

My box is made of…

My Mother’s lovely smoothness

And the hearts of my school friends

A Panda that has never been seen before

I will throw my box down a giant mounting

Put a secret door in it

And bury it safe for ever and ever

The Red Dragon

By Maia

My dragon has dreams
To flame in the air...

Because he’s a red flaming dragon.
But…
He is also scared…

When he was young
His lovely red and gold legs
Turned horrible grey and black.

Since then, purple tears
Go down his red cheeks.
His mouth changes colours
All the time.

His tale is burning every instant.
But one good thing:
It is golden.

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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