Gas Mask
It laid on the table waiting for a siren
It laid on the table waiting for a siren
Beautiful
A Shimmering carpet of blue
As far as the eye can see
Carrying the villagers
On extended journeys
This is the sea
Billy, Preston
Made of stone,
Solid as a rock,
Standing guard over the village.
A place of safety,
A place of comfort,
The prayers reach out
To the brave fisherman over the ocean.
Dominic, Fairfield Junior School
Who can it be?
Who can it be, who can it be,
Well dont ask me!
If I may,
I've got a little to say
That is;
When its a dark midnight sky,
You will here a croaky faint cry,
It will come from the old lighthouse,
or it could just be a hungry mouse.
Well then all I can say,
If I may;
Who can it be, who can it be
I dont know,
lets wait and see!
Sabrina
The smugglers are sly
They live in a cave
So they can’t be seen
Because they always plan to do there mansion scene
Smugglers scare, hide and steal
Just like the golden eel
Master plans are in their head just like evil red
Always down goblet lane
By Anton, Douglas Primary


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