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Mixed Messages
I should have sent a message in a bottle
Not a rabbit in a jar,
Now the message isn’t sending
But the rabbit’s going far.
I should have sent a message in a bottle
Not a donkey in a jacket,
Now the message isn’t sending
And the donkey cannot hack it.
When I sent the message in a bottle
I watched it go away
The message stopped sending
So I tried the next day
The message never sent that day
So I lost all hope
The waves washed it away
I started to think
That it wasn’t meant to be
I looked in the sky
And I found the key
I sent another message
I know the right way
The message was received
And that made my day
Wesley R, Davis B, John E, Michael H, Carmel Hill Education Program, Louisiana
Soon my bottle came back
and my bunny hopped out!
soon I could see my donkey walking back to me
I looked in the bottle and I saw something
so when I read it my heart leaped
so I packed my bag and I walked out the door
I was off to see my long lost cousin!
Katie, International Community School London
Soon I was walking with all my pets to a far off land I have never met
When I was walking I found unusual things
so I stopped to take pictures of them
when I found a house I thought was my cousin's
but really it was a toad's
so I kept walking on
and I walked and walked until night fell
I slept under the stars
So I laid down and wished upon a star
Katie, International Community School, London
I woke up at dawn
and decided to keep moving
until I was at my cousin’s lawn.
I found his house
not far from my makeshift bed,
I was shocked to find out,
he was the rabbit from the jar !
He explained himself,
claiming to have been hexed!
He stayed in my bag until the
spell had worn off my jacket,
you see the Donkey was after all this time,
was actually ME!!
Yes, I am the Donkey.
Kendall Great Yarmouth High School UK
Mixed Messages
I should have sent a message in a bottle,
Not a Rabbit in a jar.
I have a desire to leave so very very far,
Alone I lay hoping to see one more day,
I sleep in my sorrow.
Above me birds fly,
Graceful in formation.
When will I leave?
Staring into fire
My situation is becoming dire.
My heart broken.
Eyes swollen.
Legs frozen.
When will I leave.
Controlled by fear,
My end is coming so very near.
I pray to whoever will listen,
When will I leave.
The rabbit in a jar
Floats back to shore.
I lift only to fall,
My hope has gone.
By Robin, Ali and William
Woolmer Hill School
Haslemere
UK
In a fog suddenly a boat appears
in the distance drawing close
Then the fog closed in thicker
The raft starts to tilt
then...
SPLASH in I fell
in the water only to be grabbed
grabbed and dragged out
rescued and brought home
walking on the beach I find my Jar
The Rabbit in the Jar,
opened to freedom
opened to let the hope back in the world.
I broke the Spell.
by Gina, Skye and Zuleika, Wick High School Scotland.
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