Monday:
On Monday we prepare to go to school
Where we have to read and sit down on a stool
My teacher is always teaching
Students everyday
Tuesday:
On Tuesday in the afternoon
We practice yoga then computing soon
At computing we do times tables
With a computer that has cables
Wednesday:
On Wednesday we have assembly
An acorn in hand,
So small, vulnerable,
And yet it holds life,
Life that lasts a hundred years.
A sapling,
Spindly, vivid green,
So tiny,
And yet, destined to be tallest of all.
A young tree,
With first ever bark,
New and fresh,
Naïve in the changing world.
An older tree now,
Children climb on you,
Lovers kiss under the boughs,
Many springs have passed.
An ancient tree,
Lived many centuries,
Watched many things,
Wise.
A dying tree,
The leaves are withered,
The once young bark peeling off,
Goodbye.
An oak,
Given life,
Been life,
New life begins!
…what’s happening,
…what could it be,
…who am I,
…a monkey in a tree?
…Who is it,
…who could it be,
…I don’t know myself,
…perhaps you could try and remember for me?
…Then suddenly,
…I know you and me,
…I’m nine years old,
…and my name is Molly,
…I go to school,
…I don’t live in a tree,
…and finally I know,
Who I’m going to be.
Black, bristly hair
Enormous and repulsive.
Accidentally full of mouldy old food.
Rotten cornflakes and stinky slimy salad
Disgusting, horrible beard.