The Magic Box

Abigail has written a poem (with the assistance of her school).  The highlighted bits are her words.....I love her imagination and it makes me giggle everytime I read it.

The Magic Box

I will put in the box
the swish of a silk sari on a summer night,
fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon,
the tip of a tongue touching a tooth.

I will put in the box
a doll eating biscuits,
a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerne,
a leaping spark from an electric fish.

I will put in the box
a million wishes spoken in Gujarti,
the last joke of an ancient uncle,
and the first day at school.

I will put in the box
a fifth season and a black son,
a lego man in a plane
and a pilot in a lego car.

My box is fastened from diamonds, muscial notes and swan feathers
with Rapunzel plaits on the lid and secrets in the corners.
Its hinges are the toe joints
of pandas.

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