MY SOUL

My dress was dragging
along the sand
the sloppy brown cold sand
and the breeze was blowing
on my shoulders
I can hear my child
calling my name
In the distance
I hear slop slop slop
in the wet sand
I look around
and there are deep footprints
approaching me
They look like my footprints
Had my soul
been dragged
along the sand?
I turn back to the ocean
but my heart STOPS
I see a figure
a small figure
standing on the beginning
of the sea shore

Laila (Year 07)

THE SNOW

And every twenty years
The villagers’ hearts
Are filled with snowy spirit,
Every snowflake a boost of happiness,
Every snowball a burst of joy,
And every twenty years they cry,
With snow in their hair,
Outside in their coats and scarves,
Grins and smiles on their faces,
Oh the snow, the snow, the snow!

Jake (Year 07)