Stories with Mr Moor

Amazing time with Mr Moor

By Katie

I still remember him in my head

His looks, his voice, his amazing stories

His black gumboots covered with mud,

His crazy knotty hair among his shoulders.

We laughed together

We felt sad together

Sharing our amazing stories

Everyone putting their hands

Up high like trying to reach the clouds

In front of the fire

Curling like a cat

It was the best time ever!

                                            Thank you Mr Moor!  ~ Katie

The Fire

By May

Blazing, burning wood

I don’t know how we would

Survive without the camp fire

Luxurious, loving fire

Climbing higher and higher

We did all love the camp fire

Soft, scorching heat

That made our hearts beat

Our cheeks red from the camp fire

Blazing, burning wood

I don’t know how we would

Survive without the camp fire

                                                      May

Fire

By Emma

Huddled,

we feed

off the heat

the burning

of the fire

Hands

numb with

bitter cold.

Stretch

forever nearer

to the

Blaze

Swaying

Dancing

Pulling us closer

Drawing,

us in

Cold,

is easier to handle

with a fire.

Lighting

our nights.

Guiding

our way through

the darkness.

                                                                              ~ Emma



Rainy night
By Abel
I sprint up the steep hill, each heavy raindrop a bullet firing me down. Once I ascend to the top I realise I cannot see a spec of light anywhere. Shivering I shout “Someone give me a bloody torch!”. Everyone was glad to be out of torrential rain, so no one had a torch to spare. I knew I had to take the dangerous route through all the guy ropes. Tripping up twice I finally made it and flopped into my tent, preparing for the long cold night ahead.
~ Abel