Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Archie's Poem.

Here a couple of photos of the wreath I made for Archie's teacher - we will give it to her today....
I don't usually put up writing the boys have done on the blog but I had to pop this in today. I think this is a pretty wonderful poem AND it is about colour and I think he may be a little greedy for it too.

White.

White is... an albino genius all tall and proud.
White is... snowball earth, the biggest ice age of all.
White is... the fog like a blanket on the earth.
White is... Mount Everest, the biggest mountain of all.
White tastes like... fizzy sherbet in my mouth.
White smells like... fresh cut vanilla beans for custard.
White sounds like... the blizzard chilling me to the bone.
White feels like... fresh snow all crisp on the ground.
White looks like... lime icing on a cake.
White makes me... freeze in my tracks.
White is... the blanket that tucks me into bed.

By Archie, age 8.

9 comments:

rusty said...

What a sweet wreath, if I were Archie's teacher I would love it! The poem is awesome, it is amazing what they can write isn't it?
X
Rusty

Penelope said...

Aaaw bless your little Archie, he's brilliant for just being 8 and having such insight! Love his teacher's wreath, he/she will love it I am sure.I have made a couple ofmug hugs and embroidered my daughter's teacher's names on felt and then sewn them onto the mug hugs xox

Megan said...

wow lucky teacher- it is stunning! and a lovely poem too, must have inherited your way with writing :)

Grateful4Crochet said...

Love the wreath, looks so cute and cosy, and speaking of cosy, love the line about white being the colour of the blanket that tucks into bed!!

greenthumb said...

Lucky teachers, I know when I was teaching I love gifts that were made with love. Stop my blog blog for a give away.

Mitralee said...

brilliant!

Hoola Tallulah said...

One lucky teacher, and what a fabulous poet young Archie is!

☼Carolina Artesan√≠as☼ said...

hola!
me encanta!!
besos
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Bobo Bun said...

Can't believe your generousity Kate in giving away such beautiful and imaginative gifts. Loved your angel, baubles and now this fabulous wreath perfectly set off by Archie's poem.

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