| The
Seashell
As yellow as cream,
as big as my hand,
I listened carefully,
it sounded like a band.
I took it home,
and showed it to my mum,
The next day,
it started to hum.
I took it to school,
and it turned blue,
I took it to the swimming
pool,
and it turned black.
I took it back home,
and showed it to my mum.
She said “wash it a lot
and it should start to run.”
I took it to bed,
instead of my ted,
When I woke up it had
turned bright red.
I took it to the shop,
when I went to buy some pop,
It started to hop,
till I said “stop.”
This is the story,
of my little shell,
Which I found on the beach,
with my friend Mel.
Bethan
Phillips
Under
the Sea
Under the sea,
There are things we do not
see,
Like a fish
Eating from a dish.
Under the sea
There are things we do not
hear,
Lika an octapus
Making a great fuss.
Under the sea
There are things we do not
see,
Like a fish’ wish,
What does the fish wish?
Under the sea
There are things we do not
see or hear,
But maybe if we were very
near,
We could see and hear them
very clear.
Celeste
Stephens
Bethan and Celeste’s work has
been included in
“Best of Friends”
- An anthology of children’s
work to celebrate
The National Year of Reading,
published by Pembrokeshire
County Council
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