Tuesday, 19 August 2014


These poems have been inspired by our inquiry and where the imagination will lead us.

If I were a fire…

If I were a fire MY SPARKS
would leap out of the campfire
and spread my flames through the
dead twigs and pinecones
of the forest floor and
sweep through the trees.
If I were a fire I would dance.  
By Louise M

Dawn and Night by Gretel

Attacker of Dawn and Night,

Creepy, Crawly up the mountain,

There it lay,

Sunset arises sneaking upon the world,

A rock of road leading to death,

A path of terror.

By Gretel

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