The Magic Box

I will put into the box,

Springboks jumping through long, dry grass,
The sun blazing through dark clouds
And the sight of the mist covering the snowy mountain.

I will put into the box,

A wave crashing over tiny, round pebbles,
A waterfall landing on jagged rocks
And the sound of a cliff falling onto a beach.

I will put into the box,

The water of a warm river washing past my face,
A pizza straight from a boiling oven
And a freshly made donut from the bakery.

I will put into the box,

The door-knob of a wizard's castle,
A pen that can write on its own
And the gun of a dead hero General.

My box is made of,

Golden base from a lost treasure chest of a pirate crew,
A map of the world on its silver lid,
A smile of a long lost mother in the corners
And emerald hinges from a forgotten island.

I will go to a Greek island,
Swim to another glorious island,
Then surf to wonderful lands across the globe.

Josh 6R

I will put in my box,

The farmer's cat edging towards the pigeons upon the rafters,
Imaginery people dancing, their long silk dresses flowing beautifully behind.

I will put in my box,

The crunch on a frosty patch of grass on a cold morning,
The laughter of happy children.

I will put in my box,

Freshly cut grass resting peacefully on the damp ground,
The patter of paws outside the window pane.

I will put in my box,

The inner warmth of comfort, rain going up to the ink-stained sky.
Dogs miaowing and cats barking.

My box is made from shining gold.
On the lid are dolphins and glistening waves.
The corners are full of happiness
and the hinges are made from gremlins' claws.

I will ride in my box as you ride a horse,
go to impossible places
and treasure it forever.

Georgina 6R

I will put into my box,

A treasure chest full of Autumn leaves.
A hawk diving into the water.

I will put into my box,

The sound of dew drops fall off a passion flower.
The echo of a baby laughing.

I will put into my box,

A stroke of a main-coon cat, sunbathing in the gazing heat.
The smell of a red hot bonfire on a cold, dark night.

I will put into my box,

A world made of broken ice
And a black and white city
paused in the day and played at night.

My box is made from,

Dancing fish in the bluest water.

Millie 6R