My Box

By Penny

I will put in to my box

A golden sunrise other the bluest sea

My reflection shining in the river

The light on the snow



I will put in to my box

The smell of a beautiful yellow rose

That lovey smooth feel in between your hands

I will put in to my box

the rubyest, sweetest strawberries

a chocolate waterfall with marsh pads on it

a jelly palace (mmm, how delicious!)



I will put in to my box

the colours of the rainbow

the glow of my heart

the rain from my eyes

My dragon

By Penelope

She is a diamond dragon,

She’s made out of the bluest gems:

Beryl, topaz, amethyst.

She has eyes as clear as moon-light

She is the sister of the water queen.     

All night she looks at the stars

And tells me dreams do come true.

Her wings are so big and beautiful

That they glitter in the sunlight  

Her tail flows like a river

In her eyes are all the pretty diamonds in the land

Her breath is beautiful damp air.

She eats wonderful diamonds at day

And blue diamonds at night.

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

Penelope's pebble poem

Pebble, I found you in Portugal.

I have kept you for all these years.

You are as crystal white as snow.

You are very precious to me.

Pebble, you are a whole discovery to be made.

You have cracks through you.

How old are you?

Maybe 480,000,000 years old?

Penelope