The Magic Box

I will put in the box
The crash against the Cornish cliffs on a summer night,
Granite from the seabed of a coastal town,
The tip of a blue wave with a Cornish roar.

I will put in the box
A crystal with a piece of string,
A sip of the bluest water from the seaside
From a coastal route.

I will put in the box
Three golden wishes spoken in Cornish,
The scream of a Cornish girl,
And the roar of a loud wave.

I will put in the box
A spring season and a happy sun,
A dog in the water,
And a boat on a rough night.

My box is fashioned by a Cornish fisherman from gold and steel,
With stars on the lid and secrets in the corners,
Its hinges are made of seashells.

I shall surf in my box
On the great high-rolling of the wild sea,
Then wash ashore on a yellow beach,
The colour of the sun.

Sent to me and written by Donna Jasper of Jacobstow Primary School

Well done Donna. Have your friends written anything to share with us?
Keep an eye on the frog kids!!!