Poems by the pupils
March 2003
Poems by the pupils |
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A box of many colours Opened with a small metal key. Inside I put my ring that’s now too small for me. My family pictures, My memories. Playing on the beach. The sea crashing on the stones Makes me smile. Lisa |
A rainbow coloured heart. Holds my granddad’s watch. The smell of a winter forest. Shiny diamond earrings. A small locket protects the key for me to hold And to see. And my favourite plectrum for that one box to hold. And every night before bed I open my box for me to see and my dreams are running to me. Kayleigh |
A small brown box sits on the shelf Light brown as a nut Inside my important things My family pictures A wooden key to keep it ! SAFE ! Natalie |
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A small wooden chest that I found in the attic With a lovely gold key and I slot it inside Inside it there’s a book and a smell of summer flowers And a touch of my familys’ hands A picture of my family and me and the love of my family
Annemarie |
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I open my box and what so I see A picture of my nannies, granddad s and me. A cardigan from when I was small but now It wouldn’t fit me at all. I open my box and what do I hear?
Shauna |
Silver and shiny is my box Its jewels make a rainbow Rubies, emeralds, sapphires And other precious gems Arc all around it It’s soft on the inside Covered in velvet cushions A picture of my family sits on its lid As it opens I hear music When I close my eyes I step inside My cheek touches a velvet pillow And I fall asleep to the sound Of its tingly lullabye Maral |
The box I have seems dark and dull, But then you see the key. It’s wired but it brightens it up a bit, The box is still dull until you look inside, When you open the box, you hear my little cousin laughing, And if you see the picture, it all makes sense, I have a locket inside with my granddad that I never saw, So don’t judge a box before you look inside. Aishling |