Never Too Old
As I strode through my village
I really didn't mind
That the case on my back
Was testing my drive.
As I reached the top field,
The gate in my way
Was hiding my childhood -
A field full of hay!
Into the clover
Mind running back
To the days that were over
Now and forever
For this was the start
Of my new adventure!
I ran down the the field with the wind in my hair
I'd lost all my cares and I didn't know where
Then the case on my back began to feel light
For I was feeling freedom, the freedom of my life.
I sat on a boulder and took the case from my shoulder
Which within held four strings to my heart
And all day there I'd stay
The banjo I'd play
That took me right back to my start.
Sophia W - Year 4 Winner
Free As a Baby Bird
I hear a tiny tweeting sound,
There's something brown and fluffy, fluttering on the ground,
I move closer to take a look,
I'm sure I've seen one of those in my nature book,
Then I spot a delicate, broken shell,
From a nest it must have fell,
A sweet, pretty bird, baby bird,
Making that sound i had earlier heard,
I look up into a tree,
Her mummy calling, that's what it'll be,
I scooped up the chick and held her high,
Back to her family, she did fly.
Felicity L - Year 4 Runner-up