The Mysterious Peach
Happiness seems out of James’s reach.
Until he climbs into the magic peach.
There he meets too many to greet.
Too much to say in only one day.
He had no choice but to stay.
In surprise they rolled away
Suddenly there was a huge commotion,
They found themselves in the hungry ocean.
They climbed up to the top of the peach.
Then they heard a terrifying screech
All of them saw some sharks near,
They shook and shivered with fear.
What will happen next?
You better read the text.
By Jessica P4 and Lindsay P4
In the middle of the winter
When the snowman came to play
We built one last Tuesday
But it was gone by Saturday
Oh lovely Christmas dinner
With lots and lots to eat
A great big roasted turkey
Then some trifle super sweet
We missed the snowman coming
For a very special treat
It really is a pity
That they melted out last week
By Hari Chima P3 and Donnie Macaskill
Happy is as green as grass and pink and gold
It tastes like sticky toffee pudding, pasta, pizza and ice cream
And smells like runny cake, sweets and chocolate
Happy looks like a chocolate factory with yummy marshmallows,
The sound of mum and dad talking.
Happy is bouncing on a trampoline.
Joy is yellow, pink, light blue and multi-coloured.
It tastes like yummy sticky toffee pudding with ice cream and gooey marshmallows.
And smells like cinnamon on a Christmas day.
Joy looks like rainbows and unicorns with sweets everywhere and glitter.
The sound of popcorn popping in the microwave.
Joy makes me bubbly with happiness.
Joy feels colourful fluffy clouds.
It sounds like the buzzing of the bees.
It makes me feel like I have transformed into my unicorn self.
Despair is purpley orange
It tastes like rotten old broccoli
Despair is a horror movie waiting to be watched
The sound of quit footsteps
Despair hurts me.
By Matthew P5
Anger is red.
Its tastes like burnt and sour toast.
And smells like smoke and fire.
Anger looks like the lonely silence of hell.
Sounds like teeth grinding on a chalk board.
shocking, exploding, terrifying
death around the corner
bombing, screaming, attacking
The cruelty of concentration camps
risking, living, hoping
young mens’ lives lost