Easton
By Darnell Ford, Year 6
Last night I saw a city.
Outlined in sparks of fire.
Those wreathed lamps made a fantasy -
Arch, dome and spire.
The pale moon stood.
I heard, but faint and sweet and far away.
A martial band.
The voices in the streets, the sound
Of laughter from the towers,
This is my town.
Lawrence Hill
by Nadhiir Mohamed, Year 3
Lawrence Hill, Lawrence Hill
I wish you are here,
Maybe I could come there and appear,
To pay my bill
Up one hill
Look at the house,
Look at the road,
Look at the really big toad.
I like all the houses I've met
but it's really, really, really wet
If Lawrence Hill had a hill
I would turn into a fish with gills.