My Dreams – a Poem about Slavery

by Lucy Cohen aged 9

My dreams are here to stay,
Not to be crushed,
Despite other people’s actions,
Because of my colour.

Their hearts of cold iron,
Making me do this,
Rocks balancing on my head,
My dreams are here to stay.

Stench of defeat
In my bones,
Everyone is frozen with fear,
My dreams are here to stay.

I’m missing the colour of the sun,
Thinking of the blue sky,
When will my freedom appear?
My dreams are here to stay.

Hope is a fragile seed.
Right now,
My dreams are here to stay,

Lost in a sea of nameless faces,
I need to be remembered,
Here I am.
My dreams are here to stay.

A Vase of Flowers

by Elsie aged 12

Standing there on a window sill
tall and proud
brightly colored the petals are
the earth is rather brown
the vase is pale pink
the leaves are short and round
a sweet smell fills the room
the bees are all around

The Words

by Elsie aged 12

We stood on the balcony of his house,
When those very words came out of his mouth
He hugged me tight and then he said…
I love you darling more than anyone else.
He looked at me,
I smiled a lot,
You are like my flower,
You’re the sun in the sky,
You’re the one that makes my life,
You are beautiful,
You are brave,
I love you dear,
I’m not afraid!

The Missing Book

by Pragun aged 12

Putting the books into
My bag
At school at the end
Of the day is the best
Thing of school.
Wait! This book doesn’t look
Like mine.
Did somebody keep this,
In my desk?
Might have happened when
Some other class came to ours.
While we were having PE.
Its label says the
Name’s Tony.
And the class is III C.
I open the book.
It’s a computer textbook.
Wait! I had put this book
Into my desk.
Somebody had not put this
Book in my desk.
When we had gone
To the computer room,
The teacher had asked
For my book,
So that she could
Correct it.
I had given it to her.
The bell then rang.
I took my book and
Went back to class.
The only problem with this
Was that this ‘my book’
Was not my book.
I got to III C,
Wondering that this Tony
Would be crying and wondering
Where his computer textbook is.
I go to class III C.
‘Excuse me ma’am,
Is there is a person in
This class called Tony?’
Said I ‘I have his computer
Textbook and would like
To give it to him.’
He had already left.
So I wonder what the next
Best thing to do was.
Guess what I did?
I went to the computer room,
Went to the teacher,
And gave her that textbook.
So, now, hopefully,
That 3rd grader called Tony,
Has got his computer textbook,
And currently is reading through it.
I don’t think I need to hope,
I am pretty sure he got his book back.

First Steps

by Sophie aged 9

First steps
First steps
First steps
Your first steps

First, start eat and drinking
First steps
First words


by Sophie aged 9

I love my mum
She does a lot for me
She needs a break
I’ve got one thing to say
I love you more
I love you mostly

Little Ants

by Nana Safo aged 6

Little ants munching on plants
As quietly as they could
That nobody would see them at all
If anybody was about to
The party of ants
Would creep and hide

My Sister

by Kwaku Safo aged 5

My sister is very cute
She is even cute
as a bunny


by Akua Safo aged 7

School is cool
Better than a pool
School is better
Than a little leather

School is learning
School is fun
School is good
Just like food

School is cool
Better than a pool
School is better
Than a little leather

School is informative
School embraces diversity
School gives features
Just like teachers




by Khalid aged 8

Flickering flames dancing lightly,
People below watching delightedly.
As they shoot up screaming their last goodbyes,
They hear the bellowing sounds of distant cries.
Some pop and like to fizz,
Whilst others prefer to whizz.
People below begin to cheer,
And blast up as you would fear.
It’s almost over so people must go
But I’m glad to to tell you it isn’t the last you’ll know