I will put in the box...
The shine of a moon.
The sound of a swishing wave from the sea.
The smell of pancakes.
I will put in the box...
A feel of a cold pen.
Some golden nuggets.
The colour of blue.
I will put in the box...
Rainy weather.
A dream I was rich.
A feeling of being crowded.
I will put in the box...
A mountain.
And one impossible thing.
No oxygen and surviving.
And a piece of paper.
My box is covered in gold,
With plastic corners,
And the shine of the moon.
by Reece, in Y3HM
The shine of a moon.
The sound of a swishing wave from the sea.
The smell of pancakes.
I will put in the box...
A feel of a cold pen.
Some golden nuggets.
The colour of blue.
I will put in the box...
Rainy weather.
A dream I was rich.
A feeling of being crowded.
I will put in the box...
A mountain.
And one impossible thing.
No oxygen and surviving.
And a piece of paper.
My box is covered in gold,
With plastic corners,
And the shine of the moon.
by Reece, in Y3HM