France, faith, family…
A drop of colour may change things,
My imagination may give me wings,
But with you Jesus I will fly away ,
In your hands I lay
Because you are strong and good,
Cry I could,
But you will cheer me up ,
I will drink in your cup,
Feed in your bowl
Because I have one goal,
Laura Bourn (10)
Flying in the sky
Out the window people wave
And up we go like a bird in the air
Singing happily as we fly
Mountains and rivers everywhere
Higher and higher we go in the sky
Down below is Grandpa’s house
So we wave as we go by
But he looks as small as a mouse
Everything’s strange from up here
But more familiar as we get near
Laura Bourn (10) 
Bed time ditty:
It’s ten to eight,
It’s terribly late!
It’s time to go to sleep!
Now up you go,
And don’t say no,
Just count the sheep!
Accident on my toy truck:
Vroom! Vroom!
Goes my tractor down the alleys of the court yard,
“There is no room! There is no room!”
Shouts mother from next door’s yard,
Bump, bump, goes my tractor in the stones,
So I tumble over and moan,
Stomp, stomp, mother’s footsteps come near with a gasp,
“I told you there was no room! You went to fast!”
Laura: I love writing poems for children a bit younger than me. Especially because I have time to myself with home schooling and I love imagining things.
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