Sunday, 4 December 2011

Magic Box Poems by Catherine, Jenny


My Magic Box

I will put in my magic box:
A sight of a shining light blue crystal from a snowy, white mountain,
The sweet smell of a cute little brother after a warm shower,
And a part of an unusual blue flag.

I will place in my box:
The sound of cars rushing on the black and white road in Korea,
A saying from a wonderful second placed speech,
A delicate drop of rain from the sky full of fluffy white clouds.

I will collect in my box:
A cracked, white snowball from the prickly, green, grass,
A tiny ball of fire from a friendly Korean fire dragon,
The taste of the melting chocolate inside my watering mouth.

I will store in my box:
A smudge of wax crayon from a beautiful artwork,
A magical horn from a beautiful, shiny, white unicorn,
And last of all, a non-melting transparent ice cube.

My box is constructed out of the funniest days of my life,
The sides of my box are made out of black and navy blue silk,
The lock of my box is made of pure pearls,
With delicate silk and shiny spider webs around its hinges.

I will swim in my box with the dolphins and other adorable sea creatures until, I discover, It’s. A. DREAM.

By Catherine


My Magic Box
 
I will pour in my box
Sweat of the tired bushwalkers,
Water from the sea serpent’s lake,
The rain that tastes of the most bluest blueberry.

I will place in my box
The scrumptious smell of an apple pie,
A reddest petal of a charming rose,
The best sentence of Roald Dahl’s last book.

I will store in my box
The beatty noise of the hiphop,
A time machine that will go to my dream,
The Humungous fireball of the shining sun.

I will organise in my box
Real life dodge balls that will talk,
The swirling feeling of the tornado,
A sun that will change into glorious colours.

My box is decorated with sparkly rubys and sapphires, with musical notes on the lid and mystery in the corners.
The lock is made of the craters of the moon.

I shall sing in my box with audiences cheering me on.
Under the colourful spot lights, I bow to the audience.

By Jenny 

2 comments:

  1. stunning poems girls! I wonder what I would put in my magic box. Lucky you ... writing poetry is my favourite type of writing. Keep it up.
    from Mrs Penberthy

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  2. I liked Jenny's one because, she wrote the scrumptious smell of an apple pie.It sounds like that I was smelling it right now.
    From Dana Jung

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