The Magic box

The Magic Box

I will put in my box:
Dazzling daises dancing in the dark,
The slice of a sabre tooth tiger scratching on a tree,
The tip of a tongue touching an ice lolly,

I will put in my box:
A rustling bag of jelly babies,
A pillow as soft as a cloud,
Ruffled feathers from a pecking peacock,

I will put in my box:
Sparkling fairy dust from the wing of a shadow,
Round spectacles perched on my granddad’s nose,
A baby changing its mother’s nappy,

I will put in my box:
A thirteenth month with a moon made out of cheese,
A snowman made of sand,
A sandcastle made out of snow,

My box is made of fish scales,
With sweets and treats on the lid,
Friends in the corners,
And its hinges are elephant’s trunks,

I shall skate in my box on the cold snowy ice,
Then swim in the ocean with the fishes by my side.

By Holly age 9
Another great poem by a young child with the true X-factor touch.
Say’s Alan Brunwin.