November 22nd, 2021

Thank you enormously to those who really did us proud at the Remembrance service last Sunday. It was a beautiful morning and to be congregated in the churchyard at the memorial with such a beautiful backdrop, gave an extra sense of peace and reflection to the occasion. The children were a credit to the school and did their part superbly.
In class we have let our imaginations run wild this week as we have created our own poems based on the wondrous ‘ The Magic Box’ by Kit Wright. As ‘biomes’ feature in our upcoming Geography unit, we explored rainforest images for some inspiration. I think everyone was justifiably very proud of their achievement – I certainly was.
Below I have created a class version containing a line (or 2) from everyone’s poem. Can you spot yours?

Maple Class’ Magic Box
I will put in my box…
The whispering tales of legend and myths forgotten through time,
The glow of night animals’ eyes and
Sapphire tears which fall from the clouds onto hand-like leaves.

I will put in my box…
A daring welly stuck in a squelchy marsh,
A drop of golden amber sap fresh from a leaf of an ancient Kapok tree and
The misty breath from forests of time.

I will put in my box…
The sweet, vibrant taste of a perfectly ripe mango, fresh from its tree,
The poison and camouflage of a frog and
The orange stare of a swooping sugar glider.

I will put in my box…
A little pearl, picked from the edge of a shining leaf,
The silvery steam from the forest, swaying above trees and
The sacred stare of a jaguar’s emotionless face.

I will put in my box…
The first drop of rain on my head before the drenching downpour,
The silence before the night wakes and the sun dies and
Long, winding rivers: roads on which I drive to Atlantis.

I will put in my box…
Foam from the tallest of waterfalls,
The patience of the trees to stand day after day and
A winding river snake that meanders through trees.
I shall shoot arrows in my box then fly up into the sky in a colourful hot air balloon.
My box isn’t any old box - it’s not made out of cardboard. Oh no!
My box is created from love, friendship and hope,
The hinges are lightning.
Only the kindest of people can notice it.