Friday 13 February 2015
Exploring Values
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Wednesday 11 February 2015
Our First Poems
My Bedroom
A trophy strikes a pose on
the set of drawers.
My towel waltzes across the chair and my favourite
moose hat lazily roves on the end of the bed.
An old toolbox overflows with wire and screwdrivers
and the African Mask screeches from the faded wall.
My towel waltzes across the chair and my favourite
moose hat lazily roves on the end of the bed.
An old toolbox overflows with wire and screwdrivers
and the African Mask screeches from the faded wall.
My bedroom,
messy, well lived in and a place I love to lie in,
wind whispering and the raindrops dripping from the holey guttering.
wind whispering and the raindrops dripping from the holey guttering.
By Mrs Adams
My Bedroom
A floor full of plastic cows with a tiny silo in the
play paddock.
Tractors
and cars huddle in the mini sheds.
A tool box waits under the
bed, while posters cover the leafy wallpaper.
I dawdle down to my
room. I sit on my bed stroking my cat,
Tip.
I say “Mum it is ice cold
in here!”
I wake in the morning and
I feel so old… I’m not speedy I’m slow.
By Tony Peake
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