Keira said, 'The Watchers sculpture stands all alone, man, woman, child, dog made of stone. It's part of toothill's history, it's on display for all to see.'
What a gift of a poem this one is...thank you Keira!
Annabel's poem was full of fun and rhythm...'Toothill!' she cries...'My cool home!' This poem also has a clever form all of its own...it was a pleasure to read.
Alicia invites to 'join us at 'Toothill! Come and have an epic game of football!' She says we belong there, that others might want to join the Toothill family. What lovely sentiments she offers us in her poem.
Margan expresses that Toothill is 'cooler than you get taught.' That people play there, have values...lovely!
Jake's poem had a bit of Wordsworth in his lines, 'a tiny bird wandered lonely...and his stray trolly chatted to an empty bag of crisps....
I've enjoyed all the poems so far...please read them in full HERE
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