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Gas Mask

It laid on the table waiting for a siren 

Suddenly is that an alarm?
Quick put me on
Hours pass that feel like months
When boom a bomb dropped
I heard it explode
It sounded like from down the road
Next another siren
I hear and I take it off
To feel fresh air on my face
Take a look outside
Where's our house?
It's rubble
Our house is gone

Molly, Porchester Junior School

Shimmering carpet

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

The Church

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, 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 Robe

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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