In class we have been looking at the poem ‘The Magic Box’ by Kit Wright and imagined what we would put in our own magic box.
Here are a selection of our poems.
My Magic Box by Alex Hutton
I WILL PUT IN MY BOX:
The sight of Steven Gerrard sprinting with the ball in Anfield stadium
With 20,000 fans cheering him on.
I WILL PUT IN MY BOX:
The smell of a juicy tender sirloin steak sizzling in the frying pan
Cooking with fresh garlic butter.
I WILL PUT IN MY BOX:
The feelings of having no friends so it will be gone from me forever.
My box is made of white silk and gold
With a diamond handle.
My Magic Box by Archie Jack
In my box I will put
The screams of the crowd at a football match.
The breeze of the wind blowing against my face on the beach.
And my own pet.
In my box I will put
The flying of an eagle stalking its prey.
A fish leaping out of the clear ocean water
And the Liss Athletic logo.
I my box I will put
The smell of a freshly baked gingerbread man coming out of the oven.
The fun of playing battlefront games with my friends.
And the ball flying into the net.
My box will be made of
The most scrumptious bacon ever
And on the lid the softest felt ever
The handle will be made of solid gold.
In my box I will sign a contract for man city fc
Be the best cook ever
And fly to all the places in the world.
The magic box by Ashleigh Stemp
I will put in my box
The sight of a cheetah running like the wind,
The lovely smell of chocolate bars that are like gold
And a friend that’s always there for me.
My box is made out of
Glistening emerald and diamond,
A galloping horse riding through the blue forest,
Lots of yummy chocolates for everyone in the world,
A snake’s slippery, slimy skin.
I will put in my box
The roar of a tiger chasing after its prey,
The sound of a child splashing about in Lake Victoria
And the sight of Santa’s sleigh flying through the night sky.
The dreams in my box are
A witch riding a golden silky horse,
The dream of winning a thousand chocolate bars,
Flying through the sky on a warm summer’s day.
In my box I will
Surf on the waves of the Atlantic Ocean wit dolphins beside me,
Be the first to climb a 300ft tall mountain,
And fly a plane to Spain.
The Magic Box by Bethany Cole
I will put in my box…
Hooves of horses pounding the hard ground
A witch on an inflatable crocodile
The smell of the salty sea when you’re near the beach.
I will put in my box…
The sound of talking rabbits that live by the waterfall
The warm breath of a fire breathing dragon
And a delicate snowflake plucked from the clouds above.
I will put in my box…
Santa’s sleigh riding through the sky on a starry night
The best feeling when you open your presents on Christmas day.
My box is fashioned from…
The silkiest silk that shines in the sun
Gold and silver with sparkling sequins
With stars on the lid.
I will put in my box
Dreams of galloping on a white horse on a sunny day.
Learning to play the flute and clarinet really well in a concert
The Magic Box By Daisy MacDonald
In my box I will put:
The beating of a butterfly’s wing as it flutters through the breeze.
Deep sorrow as it falls to the ground, salty and damp.
The dead of the night.
In my box I will put:
The soft footfall of a tiger stalking its prey.
The enticing smell of warm chocolate as it oozes across the table.
A baby’s laugh.
In my box I will put:
Joy in the midst of a cruel winter’s day.
A mother’s love as she smiles at her children.
The person I will never be.
In my box I will put:
The happiness of a newly married couple.
A distant dream that can never be reached.
The subtle knife.
In my box I will put:
The battering of the wind.
Eternal love.
An unopened present waiting to delight.
The wind in a horses mane.
My box is crafted from:
A lizard’s scales,
Silver and gold bells,
An armoured bear’s fur.
I will sing in my box
Like the world is going to end,
Like an angel, flying far, far away.
What will you put in your box?
The Magic Box by James Harper
My box has eyes.
The eyes of a hawk as it watches his prey and he swoops to catch his fish
And crunched until its flesh came down his beak.
My box makes sounds
The sound of a million souls burning and falling like ashes into their graves
And burn even more to die.
My box smells
The smell of bacon as it bubbles and sizzles in dads pan when mom walks to serve it on my hot plate.
I will put in my box
A scorpion to guard my box from raiders or other people that will rob my box.
The magic Box by Ned Tarling
In my box I’ll put:
The cracking sound of an earthquake devouring anything in its path,
The dream of being a millionaire,
A black hole sucking all life into an endless black pit
And great red flames of a forest fire
In my box I’ll put:
The deafening sound of the Devils laugh,
The crushing sound of an almighty volcanic eruption
And the smell of rotting flesh.
My box will be made from:
Armoured dragons scales and bones
And has a Devil horn lock.
THE END
The Magic Box
By Oscar Williams
In my magic box I will have lovely flying smelly bananas that take my breath away.
In my magic box I will put loads of fresh apples that are juicy red and green.
In my box I will put all the special things that belong to me and my family.
In my box I will put the smell of lovely juicy fruit.
The Magic Box
I will put in my box
Piles and piles of lovely fresh bacon
The sound of the Santi Cazorla chant for arsenal.
The smell of the first batch of mince pies coming out the oven.
Dreams to be a footballer and play in the world cup.
My box is fashioned from
The finest gold blocks with silver lining,
Thick steel,
Light green shining emerald,
My boxes roof is made from bacon which tastes nice.
In my box I will…
Fly to the furthest corners of the world
I will play football in the biggest stadiums in the world
I will eat piles of bacon that comes from the sky
I will put in my box
The sights and smells of pigs in blankets
The sound of bacon sizzling in the sauce pan
The sights of arsenal winning the league
The sound of football fans cheering
I will put in my box
Feelings of happy people
Dreams of bacon in my tummy
Flying pigs in blankets that want to be eaten
The humour of clowns
Arsenal winning the champions league
In my box I will
Play on a play station
I will play with animals
Feel happy
Make bacon pyramids
By Sam Lawrence
The magic Box by Tatiana
Inside my box I will put
The sound of holly crackling
and spluttering in the fire on a winter’s day.
A fish as gentle as a feather floating from the blue sky.
A horse as black as coal galloping through the never ending field with a foal close by its side.
Inside my box I will put
A red lily as soft as silk in a bowl of warm water slowly letting out squirts of strawberry scented air. A fire ball all the way from a dragon in china.
A dream of a pup so sweet and cuddly curled up on the end of my warm bed dozing off.
Inside my box I will put
A baby’s first word.
The water from the top of the highest mountain.
A bunny so sweet and innocent hopping from field to field.
Inside my box I will put
A cloud as fluffy as cotton.
The sight of a rose rising above the ground.
A star from heaven reaching out to space.
I shall keep my box of silk with a pure gold handle and treasure it.
As I open it up a light shines at me as I get ready for my whole life to change.
The Magic Box
In my box I will put ice cream
I will fly in my box across the ocean and the sky
In my box I will put Miss Harvey ‘s smell across a rainbow.
I will be happy in my box and never sad.
In my box I will put lots of stuff and it will never end.
My dreams in my box
My dreams are that I can fly to reach the angels in the sky.
To one day find a dreams that comes alive so I will be the star
of my life. by Tegan
The Magic Box
By Toby Frost
In my box I will see
Bacon sizzling as Spurs win the premier league,
Pigs playing peek-a-boo with monkeys,
Cobra’s scoring in the cup final
And the crowd cheer.
In my box I will hear
Hippos splashing as their hippo ball goes in the
croc goal,
The snap of chocolate and then eating it,
Whales jumping for joy as they eat bacon.
In my box I will smell
Bacon on a kebab with a narwhal horn as a stick.
Cows being milked as they eat their lunch,
Bread being toasted then served with jam.
The Magic Box by William Longlands
I will put in my box
Five of the most famous cities in the world,
The noise of a cruise ship leaving a port,
And a door leading to Billund.
I will put in my box
A dream to become a professional cricketer and play to my heart’s content,
A dream to become a millionaire and go to every country in the world,
And an eighth continent.
I will put in my box
A bacon double cheese burger cooked to perfection,
The sound of a crowd as a team wins a game with a six
And the feeling of going around the world on holiday.
I will put in my box
The smell of Lucerne with its ancient city
The smell of a crackling fire in the distant world
And the sound of a Bugatti Veyron roaring down the race track.
My box is crafted from
Gold, silver and platinum,
The hinges are joints off crankshafts,
and the corners are secrets waiting to be released
I will play cricket in my box,
Shower sixes around the ground to the cheers of the crowd,
Bowl five people out in an amazing way,
And take catches that no one will be able to forget.
A beautiful poem Bethany! Well done xx