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Evacuee Letter

Dearest Ma,

 

I cannot wait to tell you all about the past few days! They have been amazing! The train ride was slow (and quite boring) but I did enjoy looking out the window. The fields are incredibly green and have lots of these white fluffy things which I later found out were called sheep. I sat next to a girl named Elizabeth who shared some toffees with me and we chatted-or she chatted and I listened. She told me all about her life and it turns out she has a baby sister too!

 

     Once we finally arrived in the countryside, we had a short two-minute walk to the village hall, where lots of eager foster parents were already waiting. We stood in a line and waited to be chosen. After about ten minutes, I was on my way home with a kind, young lady named Mrs Rosemary who told me she had been very lonely ever since her husband left for the war. 

 

      When I got to her house, She gave me a glass of milk and not one but two biscuits! I ate them up quickly before she showed me to my lovely new room.

 

      I am starting school on Monday and I will make sure to tell you all about it. I hope I’m in Elizabeth’s class!

 

      I miss you lots and can’t wait to be back with you but don’t worry about me. I hope that you and little Rose are ok!

 

Lots of love, 

 

Your daughter,

 

Elsie xxx

 

My hate

My hate is made from-

The rage of a demon as it tries to escape its cage,

The misery of a captured soul, trapped in the cave of darkness,

Jealousy lurking in the depths of your mind,

Disappointment hiding in the body of your shadow.

 

I found it-

Crumpled in a ball under my bed,

Trapped in the bottom of my heart,

Inside the flames of a burning fire,

Hiding in the underworld, away from everyone.

 

This hate can-

Tear apart the strongest mountain,

Ruin lives of the happiest people,

Rip the world into pieces,

Destroy everyone in sight.

 

If I lost this hate-

The world would be torn apart and left like fragments of dust floating in the great galaxy.

 

The Nights’ Beauty

Lighting is

As bright as a bulb,

Like a flash of beauty,

Rainbow of the night.

 

Stars are

As shiny as a ring,

Like glistening dew drops in the sky,

Stargazer’s dream.

 

Planets are

As round as a wheel,

Like a ball of light wrapped in the galaxy’s blanket,

Night’s dream.

 

The northern lights are

As harmonious as heaven above,

Like a pastel sea of colours,

Beauty of the sky.

The Boat of Lght.

The waves crash as loud as thunder,

The water was like ghostly fragments of light,

The ship sways  from side to side,

but the boat of light will never die.

 

As the waves get rougher and rougher,

The boat sways faster and faster,

But the captain looks up at the moonlit sky

and knows the boat of light will never die.

 

The portholes are pale moons,

The sails are sheets of gold,

The angry sea throws itself onto the ship,

but the boat of light will never die.

 

The captain shouts in fear,

The crew pray to their god,

The glistening ship wants to surrender to the sea,

but the boat of light will never die.

 

The waves begin to calm down,

The gleaming sun comes out,

The ship floats gently into the harbour,

as the boat of light will never die.

A very good year.

As soon as the children walked into class, they were greeted by a very familiar warm smile. “Good morning!” cheered Mrs Smith. “I will be your teacher this year!” She had playful brown eyes and long brown hair. She wore a hot pink jumpsuit and a beautiful pink headband to match. “Now,” she said. “What movies do you like?”. The children’s faces lit up. This was going to be a very good year.

A Rainbow of Masks

A Rainbow of Masks

 

I wore the a red mask and saw

a petal from a Valentines rose,

blood from a gory horror story

and chilli running down my t-shirt.

 

I wore the orange mask and saw 

an apricot that made me hungry,

basketballs that people were shooting in the hoop

and tiny goldfish swimming in the tank.

 

I wore a yellow mask and saw

dandelions blooming in the sun,

butter on my knife to make a sandwich

and ducks swimming in the river.

 

I wore a green mask and saw

a prickly cactus jagging my hand,

a spearmint tingling my tongue

and leaves falling from the branches.

 

I wore a blue mask and saw

the Pacific Ocean waving in the distance,

a roaring gas flaming fire

and my dad’s lovely blue jeans.

 

I wore a white mask and saw

a pile of snow when I walked outside,

an empty bottle of talcum powder

and a cloud of fluffy sheep fur.

 

I wore a black mask and saw

a bat hanging from a tree branch,

a crow flying across the sky

and a flat tyre on the road.

If I was called in to create a mask…

 I would take the sight of 

a golden stone shining in my eyes like golden embers, 

the sun melting  ice creams into a puddle of flavour,

the blue ocean splashing waves at shimmering rocks.

 

I would take the sound of

the wind blowing secrets into your mind,

a rock being thrown into the river,

an alarm walking you up in the morning.

 

I would take the smell of

a rain forest blowing steamy pictures into your mind,

a Beautiful smell of a glittering rainbow dancing over my head,

a new book just been bought from a shop.  

I would take the taste of

an apple sitting on a tree patiently,

a sweet just been dropped on the floor,

a dog treat just been forced into your mouth.

 

I would take the touch of

 a rain drop dancing in the light of the moon,

a fluffy angry polar bear cub about to jump on its prey,

the moon smiling at me with happiness .

Polly and the shell

Long, long ago there was a poor girl called Polly who lived next to the beach.She had a strange, little cottage with a rusty bike but she was happy. Early one morning, Polly went for a walk to collect shells. She collected flat shells, curved shells and thin shells. Suddenly, Polly found the most shell she had ever seen, lying next a rock pool! Slowly Polly bent down to pick up the shell, which was glistening in the sun.To her amazement, the shell spoke. “I will grant you two wishes so choose wisely!”said the magnificent shell.

The Mask of Colours

The Mask of Colours

 

I wore the blue mask and saw a pebble skim across the river’s surface,

A kingfisher dive underneath and bluebells frozen in the distance.

 

I wore the ruby mask and saw a fiery red spark burning onto my eyes.

 

I wore the white mask and saw, white snow falling down, on the pale floor.

Me,My Life and My Painting

Me, My life and my painting

 

I want to paint the memory of my granny’s favourite bake,

 

It takes hour upon hour to make but it’s definitely worth the long, 

 

boring wait so that I can plunge straight in and have that melty- 

 

mouth sensation of my granny’s famous victoria sponge,

 

 It tastes like a fluffy, bright white cloud and it makes me very proud 

 

to say this is the work of my granny on a warm summer’s day, 

 

I think this is by far my granny’s best recipe,  that’s why I want to 

 

paint this delicious memory.

 

I want to paint the memory of when my best friend got the brass 

 

band to play for me it filled me up with joy and I was as happy as 

 

one can be it was the best birthday ever topped off by glorious 

 

winter weather,  it was a wonderful moment and I’m grateful to

 

martha as no one has ever done something that kind for me, that’s 

 

why I want to paint this special memory.

I want to paint the memory of that snowy Christmas eve when we 

 

were all gathered around the beautiful  christmas tree in the main

 

hall, the trees bushy green leaves drooped with the weight of the 

 

brightly coloured balls that dangled of its strong branches, the room 

 

had a faint scent of cinnamon and freshly baked fruit cake but best 

 

of all I had this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach growing bigger 

 

and bigger the closer it got to christmas day and eventually I   

 

couldn’t wait a second longer that’s why i want to paint this 

 

memory.

 

I want to paint the memory of my first day at school ever, first we 

 

were greeted by a friendly storyteller, then I was was told I could 

 

ask them any question at any time of the day which was good 

 

because I had loads of things to say i thought that it was the perfect 

 

school for me that’s why i want to paint this memory.