Poems

New snow flakes falling
Animals are hiding away until autumn
Rainbows fading away from the witch
New ice cube statues made by the witch
Ice skating for everyone
Axes chopping at trees for winter fires

By Sonya

The city of Baltese

I freeze as I put my cold bare feet

In the shimmering white snow. I follow

The footsteps of a stranger. There through

The curtain of falling snow there lay eight

Statues. There was a boy carrying a girl,

A man bent sideways, a begger and his dog.

A man pushing a woman in a wheel chair,

There also lay an elephant. The look in the

Elephant’s eyes makes you wonder if she

Will be with her family again. The city of

Baltese what a wonderful place.

by Tessa

Aslan’s Camp

A safe place to be,

Yummy breakfast,

A place of respect,

Great Centaurs,

Aslan is smart.

Very sharp swords,

Very loud horns,

Tents everywhere,

Aslan’s Camp!

by Cassidy

Venice

I would to fly,
and at that place I would buy,
a lovely fishy fish,
and i would eat it on a dish
I bet it will be delicious
and that place is Venice