My Best Friend

He's my best friend, He loves a good laugh, Not a day goes past we don't speak. He is the funniest guy, When i'm sad, He'll make me laugh. He does a lot for me, Im very grateful. Hes my best friend, What would I do, Without him. Who is he? Hes my best friend, Sebastien. By Jack W. Kissell

A Poem By Bellah.

London

The city,

The city I belong in,

The busiest place on earth.

Has small streets,

Big streets,

Wide streets,

Dull streets.

Exciting Features,

London Eye,

Big Ben'

Wax Museum,

And Leister Square.

The amazing city,

Packed in to one game,

Crazy right.

Riding trains,

Surviving getting lost,

Hearing mind the gap as you get on.

Gliding through,

Snow,

Rain,

And hail.

Buckingham Palace,

We were standing, 

outside,

My dream Palace.

I travelled,

Around this,

Amazing Country.

LONDON I LOVE YOU BABY

jack the joyful and jumpy

Jack the joyful and jumpy as funny as a clown as ind as a cat,he's my friend ,i feel proud

Sam the Careful and Cheerful

Sam the 'Careful and Cheerful', he's the never give up kind, he's as fast as a cheetah, he's as fun as a bowl of monkeys.

Breea's house colour day poem!!

House colour day

The votes are in 

The captains are clear

Faces painted 

Spray in our hair

Everyones here all in our colours 

We cheered and cheered and cheered at each other

Red, Blue, Green and Yellow 

Pippa's Camp Poem

                                        Yachting!

              I was paddling for my life mother,

              I was going as fast as I could.

              We had to reach the boat mother,

              I knew that we would.

              Then we got to switch mother,

              I was now the steerer of the boat.

              We had wear a life jacket mother,

              So if we fell off the boat we would float.

                    By Pippa O'Connell 

Bellah's Poem

Breea

Breea the beautiful and bouncy,a wonderful friend,as sweet as a lollypop and as fun as doing rolly polly on to your bed.

An Extract From Emma's Camp Story

1890's Miss Grey

Miss Grey stood perfectly still, but her eyes were flickering around the room like she was watching her prey, then her eyes peered at Jack Kissel.

  (To read more ask Emma for a copy of her Camp story!)