Its shadow slipped over the land, temporarily painting the fields in black.
An almighty silhouette silenced the world with frozen awe, blocking out the sun as they searched above
For the thing that’s smothered their world into darkness,
Too untimely to be the night chasing away the glow of the sun. What is this thing, this platform above?
How does it glide so much higher than even the bravest of raptors?
What seems to be made of hulking stone scuds past without the slightest
Once again I have found myself drawn to a child’s poem- something for children to experience the magic in the world. So, if you have any children scampering about, I hope you show them the magic hidden all around us, and talk about what you may find in a Wizard’s pockets! Even better- get them to write their own version of what you may find in a wizard’s pockets, and have them comment below- it would be fun to see their ideas! *** A Wizard’s Pockets A wizard’s pocket has no r
I had a strange feeling to write a children’s poem today. For a few years in my life, I turned to teacher training and spent 8 months as a teacher of my own class. It wasn’t for me, but I do look back fondly at some of the memories. Some of the best memories I have working as a teacher were when we covered poetry. Quite often poetry has a stigma of being boring- but I so enjoyed seeing the engrossed look on my class’ faces as they watched poetry recitals: ‘Chocolate Cake’ by