Eagle I fly from a mountain ledge. My feathers spread, I glide though the sky. Through the cloud I go, White mist is swirling all around. I soar up to the sun, I turn gold. I'm like a new sun, Melting snow on mountains and trees.   The wind blows harder.   Silver rivers and a sunset, And an eagle, Flying through the multi-coloured sky. Christine Howard (Y3)   I climb the wind like steps, A gateway to heaven, Flying high to a palace on a mountain top, I am the king of the sky. Soaring high in the cold blue air, Going where no man has been. Gliding through misty clouds, The land like a patchwork quilt of colours, The silver ribbons of rivers Flowing into a dark green sea. Helen Savill (Y4)   I soar high over the mountains, Looking down on fields of mist, Feathers like golden rivers as I touch the sun. I fly over the mountain passes, Diving through the valleys where no man has been, Following a staircase of winds To the far corners of my kingdom. Sarah Vallis (Y4)   I glide through the mid-morning sky to the mountains, I'm king of the air. The rocky crags are my kingdom. I land on a high misty ledge, I soar up into the horizon, My wings turn burning gold as I touch the sun. I swoop down and catch a hare, I tear at its body with my sharp beak. I soar up onto a cushion of air, Back to my kingdom of mist and damp heather. Stefan Uberti (Y4)   I swoop through the mountainside, I perch on rocky crags and damp ledges, I drink water from the melting snows. All day I hunt for rabbits and mice, I fly over rivers and lakes. I change to gold in the sunlight. Donna Lapointe (Y4)   I fly across rivers and mountains, All day I hunt for rabbits and mice. I drink the water from the melting snows. I soar round the peaks, The rocky crags. I fly up to the sun, My wings change to gold. I perch on damp ledges, The ground below a carpet of patchwork fields. Hayley Clark (Y4)   Fox It runs in the night, howling. It is chased by hunters, Trying to kill it. The fox eats meat. Foxes are animals With teeth that eat meat, Teeth that are sharp. The fox's eyes look at you. I run and shout "Help!" It runs through the wood, Runs back here. It comes out for food. The fox wanders in the wood Howling and screeching, Looking for food. Its den is rocky, Bones all over the place. Its bed is cold. Hungry, the fox is hungry. It's sniffing, Hungry, hungry. Emma Jiggens (Y3)   (Extracts from previous School Magazines)

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