The Collector
A wolf called this
morning, dressed all in grey.
She took everything
mistreated, home to stay.
She took sadness off
kittens,
And took away the bad
homes of puppies
And treated everyone to
stay.
A hope of hers was to care
each day,
For all the animals in
dismay.
She despised that mean
spice that bad people gave.
She wished that it would
go down to the grave.
A wolf called this
morning, she didn’t leave her name,
She left only silence and
it made me see her pain.
Katharine Marshall, 3K
The Collector
A BFG called last night,
Dressed all in brown and white.
He put all our dreams into
a bag,
And carried them away.
The dream of a unicorn.
The dream of a car.
The dream of working hard.
A BFG called last night,
Dressed all in brown and
white.
He left us only silence.
Life will never be the
same.
Constance Allen, 3K
The Sound Of Christmas
A stranger called this
morning,
Dressed in black and grey,
Put every sound in a bag
and carried them away.
The clanking of the
dishes.
The talking on the telly.
The bang of a Christmas
cracker.
The rustling of the
wrapping paper.
The squeal of excitement
when our presents are the best.
A stranger called this
morning,
He didn’t leave his name.
He left his only silence.
Life will never be the
same.
Isobel Smith, 3K
Sounds of Christmas
A stranger called this
morning,
Dressed in black and grey,
Put every sound in a bag
and carried them away.
The sizzling of the
sausages.
The crash of the crackers.
The pop of the popcorn,
whilst eating Christmas dinners.
The clink of the cups.
The scrape of the knife.
The jingle of the bells on
the sleigh.
A stranger called this
morning,
He didn’t leave his name.
He left his only silence.
Life will never be the
same.
Francesca Taylor, 3K
The
collector
A Fairy called this morning dressed all in black and grey
put all our sound in a bag and carried them away.
The flapping of the wings,
The footsteps of the fairy,
The swishing of the wind,
The roaring of Isobel,
The shouting of the teachers.
The fairy called this morning didn’t leave his name, he
left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.
Life will never be the same.
Ruby Abbatt, 3K
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