Antrim Primary

The Magic box

I will put in the box

The sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath,
The wish of a weeping willow in winter,
A sugary splash of happiness

I will put in the box
A mouse with a tragic roar,
A frozen desert and a warm Antarctica,
A monkey in a Ferrari and a human
climbing tree.

I will put into the box
Four cream wishes spoken in espanol
The first cry of an ancient baby
And the last smile of a new uncle

I will put into the box
A dog that meows and a barking cat
A rat with a chirp
And a bird with a squeak

My box is made from nails, silver and
iron
With eyes on the lid and secrets at the
bottom

I shall swim in my box
On the giant waves of Hawaii
I will surf the waves and enjoy the
sunset.

By Cameron Quigley

The Magic Box

I will put in the box:

The sweet aroma of a unicorn breath,
The wish of a weeping willow in the winter,
And a chameleon that never changes
colour.

I will put in the box:

A thirteenth month with only twelve days,
The smell of smoke as I blow out my
candles,
Plus a swimming pool without any water.

I will put in the box:

A library of books waiting to come alive
A gorgeous fire work display.
A drizzle of honey touching my tongue.

I will put in the box:

Seven snakes screaming a song,
A fluffy dragon and a fire-breathing cat,
Plus a fish with hands and a human with
fins

My box is made of moonlight, love and lots
of hugs,
The corners smell like strawberries,
The top is covered with stars and an
occasional glimmer of light.

I shall explore my box,
For all this magical excitement,
This box is very special and it glimmers like
the yellow sun.

By Chloe Hyndman

The Magic Box

I will put in the box
The sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath
The whish of a weeping willow in winter
A sugary splash of happiness

I will put into the box
A golden cucumber with fairy wings
And an angel with darkened shades,
And sunlight shining from the stars of
night

I will put in the box
A rock from the moon sixth to the left of
mercury
Jealousy without hatred
And relief without enjoyment

I will put in the box
The sound of a horn playing backwards
The deathly glare of a gorgon's eye
And the faint ring of a bluebell in spring.

My box was created by ancient wizards
and crafty-smiths
With bronze hinges, a silver base and a
gold lid
Twinkling magic leaks if the top is not on
tight.

I shall explore my box
Searching for the rare indigo dragon on
the island of Dragador
Then find a golden star and fly to the
heavens.

By Cavan Boyd

The Magic Box

I will put in my box
The sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath,
The wish of a weeping willow in winter
A sugary splash of happiness

I will put in my box
Twinkling twilight of the moon lit sky
A solid smile of a friend
And the loyalty of a precious pet

I will put in my box

The purring sound of a contented cat
The smell of freshly cut grass
And the clicking of crickets on a summer
evening
I will put in my box

An extra Sunday and clear blue grass
A pig that barks
And a dog that snorts

My box is dazzling with gems, diamonds
and glitter, with flowers on the side and
wishes within
Its clasp is fixed with golden stardust

I shall roller-skate I in my box
Jumping and twirling to the rhythm of the
drums
And I will finish with a split on a sliver
dance floor
The colour of my skates

By Charlotte

The Magic Box

I will put in the box:

The sweet aroma of a unicorn breath,
The wish of a weeping willow in the
winter,
And a chameleon that never changes
colour.

I will put in the box:

A thirteenth month with only twelve days,
The smell of smoke as I blow out my
candles,
Plus a swimming pool without any water.

I will put in the box:

A library of books waiting to come alive
A gorgeous fire work display.
A drizzle of honey touching my tongue.

I will put in the box:

Seven snakes screaming a song,
A fluffy dragon and a fire-breathing cat,
Plus a fish with hands and a human with
fins

My box is made of moonlight, love and
lots of hugs,
The corners smell like strawberries,
The top is covered with stars and an
occasional glimmer of light.

I shall explore my box,
For all this magical excitement,
This box is very special and it glimmers
like the yellow sun.

By Chloe Hyndman

THE MAGIC BOX

I WILL PUT IN THE BOX

The white of the wondrous winter,
Fluff from a bunny's tail,
The sweet scent from a red rose.

I will put in the box

A song spoken in Spanish,
A wondrous dream of magic,
A teddy that comes to life.

I will put in the box

A land beyond your dreams,
Treasure so shiny and solid,
And a heart that loves you

I will put in the box

The seasons of the year,
The cold summer,
And the hot winter.

My box is made from flower petals and
leaves,
With snowflakes on the lid and warmth in
the corners,
It 's hinges are the feet of a blue tit.

I shall dance in my box on the colourful
dance floor,
Then paint everything bright and colourful.

BY EMMA HOUSTON

The Magic Box

I will put in the box
The sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath,
The wish of a weeping willow in winter,
A sugary splash of happiness

I will put in the box
The flames of the sun coming from the
sky,
A snow storm of a desert,
A golden shark on a river bank.

I will put in the box
The secrets in a dark cave,
The frosty glare of a blistering sun,
A dance of the dark forest

I will put in the box
A volcano with a rumbling belly,
The mountain tops from the showers of
heaven,
The magic of fairy dust

My box is fashioned with gold and silver,
The soft fur of kittens,
With dreams and stories in the corners

I shall swim on the lakes in my box,
On the dreams on the mountains in
heaven,
Then fly over a battle in the black forest,
The colour of heaven.

By Jordan Mckelvey

The magic box

I will put in the box

The sweet aroma of a unicorns breath
The wish of a weeping willow in winter
A sugary splash of happiness

I will put in the box

A touch of a first baby's hair
A fairy with horns
And a minatoar with a coat

I will put in the box

A sound of a last dogs cry
A sip of the water from river Shannon
A sadness of a bunny's mouth

My box is fashioned from belts covered in
chocolate
With moons on the lid and spells in the
corners
Its hinges are made from clips

I shall swim in my box
On the shore of Lough Neagh
Then close my box and keep it safe forever

By Leah Moore

The Magic Box

I will put in my box
The sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath
The wish of a weeping willow in winter
A sugary splash of happiness

I will put in my box
The frosty glow of the winter's sun
An Egyptian's growl
And a tigers curse

I will put in my box
The colours of a new rainbow
The first daisy in spring
And the last rose to bloom

I will put in my box
A purple pear and a red rhino
An ancient baby
And a newborn mummy

My box is fashioned from chocolate,
feathers and diamonds
With magic on the sides and wishes in
the corners
Its lid is made from the Minotaur's horns.

In my box I shall eat chocolate all day
long
And I shall keep my magic box hidden in
my soul
Guarded by my heart.

By Mollie

The Magic Box

I will put in the box
The sweet aroma of a unicorns breath,
The whish of a weeping willow in winter,
A sugary splash of happiness.

I will put in the box
The glow of a winter sun,
The fin of a blinding rainbow fish,
The smell of a lavender candle.

I will put in the box
A silver pyramid,
The last whisper of the moon,
The first word from a baby.

I will put in the box
An everlasting chocolate bar,
A snake jumping,
And a rabbit slithering.

My box is fashioned from golden roses
and chocolate marshmallows,
With bronze flowers on the lid and stories
in the corners,
Its hinges are made from sparkling
rainbows.

I shall ski in my box
On mount Everest until night dawns,
Then I'll hide my box at the bottom of the
deepest sea.

By Rebekah Lennon

The magic box

I will put I the box
The sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath,
The wish of a weeping willow in Winter
a sugary splash of happiness

I will put in the box
The noise of slow soft breathing,
A lion that is colourful
and a toucan that is fluffy

I will put in the box
The noise of tip, tapping toes tapping
about,
The noise of the white snow falling
and the new baby mummy born

I will put in the box
the 14th month and a blue moon,
a Minotaur hopping about
and a rabbit with horns

my box is fashioned from stars, gold and
moons,
with hearts on the lid and magic in the
corners,
Its hinges are the finger joints of birds

I shall listen in my box
To all the birds singing and tweeting to
each other
Then I will close my box and keep it safe.

By Natalie Reid

The Magic Box

I will put in my box
the sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath,
the whish of a weeping willow in winter,
the sugary splash of happiness.

I will put in my box
the thunder of a bee's wings beating,
the gentle buzz of a waterfall,
and a tiny pinch of dream powder.

I will put in my box
the light of a silver moon,
the gravity pull of a black hole,
a blast of flame from a dying star.

I will put in the box
the slightest tilt in two parallel lines,
a chunk of rock from a foreign planet,
and a bone from the most dangerous
dinosaur.

My box is made from ice, gold and silver,
With stars on the lid and mysteries in the
corners,
It is held together by magic

It is hidden somewhere safe
Where no one else can find it
And when I'm feeling gloomy I love to get
inside it.

By Caleb Allen

The Magic Box

I will put in the box
The sweet aroma of a unicorn's
breath,
The whish of a weeping willow in
winter,
A sugary splash of happiness.

I will put in the box
The sweet song of a thrush,
A glowing red chest of a robin,
The boot of O'Gara from a ballet
dancer.

I will put in the box
Five Grand Slams from O'Gara,
The last smile of a dog,
The first smile of a puppy.

I will put in the box
A thirteenth month and a black
rainbow,
A baker in a butcher,
And a butcher in a bakery.

My box is designed out of precious
metals and jewels,
With wands on the lid and Kings in
the corners,
Its hinges are made from a golden
sword.

I shall ski in my box,
Down the biggest slope in the biggest
country,
Then I stop and look down and I
See shiny white snow the colour of
the moon.

By Dean Steele

The Magic box

I will put in the box
The sweet aroma of a unicorn's breath
The whish of a weeping willow in winter
A sugary splash of happiness.

I will put in the box
The sound of an unfrozen waterfall
The look of a summer sunset in the
desert
A thorn of a newly grown rose.

I will put in the box
A last look at the earth before its end
The first smell of a scented candle
A glance over a lit up city on a cold
winter evening

I will put in the box
A giraffe with a short neck
A hare with no ears
And a duck without a bill.

My Box is made from
Icecream wafer
Fresh lilies
And pure bronze hinges
With sea water from the Indian ocean.

I shall sleep in my box on every
Star filled night.
My box lies on a Caribbean Island.

By Rebecca Elliott

The magic box

I will put in my box
The sweet aroma of a rose
The whisper of a weeping willow
And a sugary splash of happiness

I will put in my box
A single cloud on a summer's day
The first snowflake of winter
And the last gasp of sunlight of an Antarctic autumn

I will put in my box
The redness of a pacific salmon on way upriver
The chirp of a nightingale in the early hours
The scales of lizard glistening in the sun of the desert

I will put in my box
A Neanderthal with a computer
And a businessman with a spear
A spear 13th month and an everlasting year

My box is fashioned from sandstone, opals and diamonds
With fairy dust on the lid and spells in the corners
Its clasp is moulded by the breath of a dragon

I shall sail in my box
Over the great rolling seas
With the dancing dolphins an the whooshing whales
Then castaway on a lost island
Under the stars and moon

By Kallum Kennedy