Celebrating your work

escape!    (a narrative poem by Sofia)                                           

As I crept out of bed I listened for a swish of a cloak...

Nothing. I moved on.  

I am running, I am going, I am leaving the house,

but a backwards glance, a weakness trance

and that could be the end of my prance.

The trees waved egging me on,

but something wasn't right.

My thoughts were slurred,

my senses were gone and then everything went black.

I was running, I was going, I was leaving the house,

but I did do a backwards glance, I did go into a weakness trance

and so that was the end of my prance...

A nonsense poem from James

Apple Tree

apple tree apple tree 

where could the apple be

glistening red 

like my bed

little bit green 

like Mr Bean

there were a bunch 

with a crunch