My Box
In will put in my box . . .
A twinkle and a spark from a star so bright,
My mum's kisses, so soft on my cheek forever and ever,
A darkest secret, a silent deer peeping through the trees.
Also in my magical box I will put . . .
A wish from a fairy beneath the toadstools,
The silk of a spider's web on a winter's day,
And last of all my dream of all time, with me singing sweetly.
My box is fashioned from icicles and crystal so ghostly clear,
The hinges are solid gold,
With chocolate painted hearts on the lid.
I will climb a tree in my box,
I will fly the blue sky and surf the wavy sea,
I will go to discover the deep world.
Anna Eastick (10)
Breydon Middle School
Poetic Voyages
East Norfolk
Pub: Young Writers
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