My Special Box Poem by Ebba Poole

Magic box
The box would be silver,
With a pattern of blue,
The box would have no bottom,
With no top too,
The box would live in the dark,
Amongst the cobwebs,
So on no adventure it can embark,
And harbour other's things,

For in the box I would put,
The view of the setting sun upon a summers night,
The low purr of a puss,
The splash of the sea as it rages up the beach,
The crisp air in the morning,
The whispers of the trees whose understanding's out of reach,
The colours of autumn,
The feel of laughter would be there too,
The peel of bells,
The whistle of the kettle on the brew,
The dullness of winter,
The vivid's of spring,
And the warmth of summer,
Would all be in my box,

The box would be silver,
With a pattern of blue,
The box would have no bottom,
With no top too,
The box would live in the dark,
Amongst the cobwebs,
So on no adventures it can embark,
For my box is special to me,
My box lives in the dark.