My Magic Box

"My Magic Box" was written by the eight year-old daughter of one of my colleagues.  It was a school assignment and they were given just the title and told to describe their box and say what they’d put in it.

I think it’s amazing.  Just eight years old.

My Magic Box

I will put into the box

The sound of a white stallion galloping in the meadow,
The power of a panther pouncing through the forest
And the taste of creamy white chocolate soothing my throat.

I will put into the box

The sound of howling wolves scrambling through the night time forest,
The feel of a cat rubbing round your legs
And the smell of sizzling sausages on Sunday morning.

I will put into the box

Two indigo dreams spoken in Zulu,
The last words of an ancient Uncle
And the first word of a bouncing baby.

My box is designed from ice, diamonds and sapphire,
With stars on the lid and whispers in the corners.
Its hinges are the claws of a werewolf.

I shall ride on my box,
On the soft sand on the golden beach in Grenada
The colour of a ripe lemon.