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Examples of brilliant creative writing by the children will be shown on this page as much as possible!! Look out for more soon.
February 2008
'Ship in a bottle' by Elliot 
'I wish I was' by Finlay 'I wish I was' by Fiona 
March 2008
'The Crucifixion' by Charlie 
'About his person' poems inspired from an idea by Simon Armitage 
Laura Natasha Sid
Elliot Naemi
Adam Fiona
Since March 2008 !!
More poetry inspired by the poet Simon Armitage.
By Naemi
Ten Pence Story
The first thing I recall
I was a present, very small
The second thing I saw, a disappointed face
I hid inside tucked away.
A sweaty pocket was the next thing
I saw a piece of bubblegum, strangling him
I helped him out, did everything I could
I nearly died, I knew I would.
I was tossed and tossed
Always landed on heads
My own ambition, I decided to fall
I wanted to do it, to land on tail.
Soon I was out, left in the cold
Picked up, but dropped again unwanted
That was my lowest ebb
To be left alone, just like a web.
My seventh day, out in this world
All my youngest ones, the ones with curls
Taken away, gone from me
And I feel lonely like a small beetle.
And then I got caught in a child's eye
I was taken everywhere, even flying a kite
The piggy bank was my bed
Sometimes a locket with a curl of hair - red.
By Georgia
Fifty Pence Story
I was so young, I was just made
Next thing I knew other were loose change
I was slotted inot a person's pocket
I was still too young for a MacDonald's nugget.
My saddest moment, well that's easy
In a dark box where everyone's sleepy
That dark box made me very sad
Probably because the lighting was bad.
It was annoying my sides were jagged
Which made vending quite a challenge
My owner went out to the arcade shop
He went out there until he dropped.
By Natasha
20p Story
My first day out in the world
In a street man's pocket, white as a pearl
New and scary it is out here
But it is the beginning of the new year.
Now I find myself in a tin
A charity box, yellow and thin
It is filled with things just like me
Up to the top, so you cannot see.
Until I was dropped, my life was cool
But now I am stuck in a swimming pool
Why did this happen you may ask
I was thrown in. That was last.
By Charlie
Ten Pence Story
At first I was extremely hot
Taken out the melting pot
Next news I was in a French man's wallet
I was amazed by his golden locket.
It shone and dazzled in my eyes
The riches of this someone's life
Until I was dropped down a pipe
When my fear took over like a light.
My chocolate-brown started to fade
As I sat there for days and days
My heart lept as I saw
A hand reach down to the floor.
By Laura
Five pence story
Out of the frying pan, into the fire
Into a box going higher and higher
Soon the safe's open, now I am out
There is no time to hang about.
But, finally, my grip let go
What would happen, I didn't know
A long the tarmac, under car tyres
Under the bells of a market boy crier.
The sharp eyes of a magpie mother
Scooped me up to take to another
For five weeks solid I sat with my kind
Some ten pence pieces, a silver brooch, blind.
By Lily
Ten pence story
Free from the furnace, out to the light
Stuffed in a pocket of tobacco and pipe
Flicking me high for a horse race bet
Crashing to the ground, landing on my head.
Next I slipped down a gutter hole
Into a pool as black as coal
Mould forms on my surface, green
'Til a man clears it out, angry and lean.
'I wonder where the teachers sleep' by Elliot
I wonder where the teachers sleep
I wonder where they go
I wonder where the head was born
A million years ago.
I wonder if they have a dad
And a mother too
Do they go to the fun fair?
Or do they go to the zoo?
Do they climb trees like us?
Do they have any fun?
And where do they go
When the day is done?
Are they really aliens?
Do they come from space?
Are they really super spies
Who cannot tie their lace?
Maybe teachers aren't so bad
Maybe they are stars
But look at all the teachers, no
I don't think they are!
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