We read a poem by Roger McGough dealing with the insights of a 1st. form student, and put our own creativity at work.

These are our own poems. We hoe you enjoy reading them!

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The Play-ground

I wonder why that huge playground
Is used during such few hours,
Are the kids always out there?
I'm afraid of getting lost
And never being able to come back.

When we go to break
Everybody goes to the tuck shop.
There is a woman that is always selling sweets there.
Would she live there?
How uncomfortable it must be.

And the giants? Who are they?
What have they come for? Maybe to bully us.
Are they monsters or humans?
Every time I see them, they are in groups.
The only thing I am sure about is my great fear towards them.
By T. Rago, C. Robertson G., M. Pereyra, I. Balseiro, J. I. Burelli, and A. Douton.


Brick boxes and never-ending hallways

Why are those white pieces of wood in the classroom?
What are they for? Do people use them for painting?
I wonder while I am in this brick box.

I want to be the best archeologist like no one ever was.
A pass card is what I need to go inside the wardrobe
Where witches and lions are said to be.

I walk down the never-ending hallway
Surrounded by lots and lots of doors.
Where do they all go to?
Are the lessons inside them? Waiting to jump out and get us?
I want to go home now. I want my mummy.
By S. Forteza, D. Artigas, S. Boyd, L. Mariani, and R. Shulman.