Free Verse Poems

Marble

Emilia Lucy Entering Narnia CREAK opens the wardrobe, a slight chill spreads, CREAK closes the wardrobe, Lucy’s now frosty breath, CRUNCH like bubble wrap, Lucy’s footstep echoes, A light goes upon the frosty forest, Lucy runs and runs, Steel, metal, standing tall like a giraffe, FLICKER, A lonely lamppost, listening to life, snow like tears, soothing down the rim. Lonely Lamppost Oh how sad it is to stare everyday over the flower-less fields, No sun, no shine, just my bright light, FLICKER, FLICKER my bright light glows, The dreamy sun we used to live in is only a thought now, It’s the most faraway life, we’ve ever lived, how I miss those days, Down, I look, the devastation, wait what could that be? A little human, like a gnome with no hat, what is it? She goes on, her silky hair flowing in the wind, smiling back at me.

The creaking of the wooden wardrobe Cosy warm coats tickling faces. Crisp. Crunch. Snow under foot. Leaves of snow are falling to the ground Children like birds into the lair of a cat. A lit, lonely lamppost stands tall Guiding them through the snow like a lighthouse Crisp. Crunch. Close by a faun Legs like a goat Wearing a scarf as red as tomatoes Eyes open wide Snowflakes settle on the ground Crisp. Crunch. Tall, towering trees their Branches are clawed hands grabbing the visitors.

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My beautiful poem by Samuel.

Creak&nbsp;as the&nbsp;door opens&nbsp; As the people dash through the gateway&nbsp;&nbsp; Fluffy,&nbsp;fleecy&nbsp;fur coats&nbsp;rustle&nbsp;around&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Crunch, crunch, crunch goes the white&nbsp;bubble wrap&nbsp;under the feet&nbsp; Prick, OUCH as the pine leaf&nbsp;violently&nbsp;touches your face&nbsp; You see the most tree-mendus&nbsp;sight of fluffy snow on the trees&nbsp; the lamppost&nbsp;slowly&nbsp;freezing up; the lamp is the only warmth and soul in the cold jet-black body&nbsp; The monster&nbsp;slowly&nbsp;comes out of his den&nbsp;like a bear after&nbsp;hibernation&nbsp; &nbsp;warns people of the witch&nbsp;&nbsp; Warns people of the snow&nbsp;&nbsp; And warns people of&nbsp;Aslan.&nbsp;

The bright, brown wardrobe drawing them into Narnia When they get to Narnia they feel the the soft snow on their soft feet The snow is as dangerous as molten lava erupting from a volcano. When they reach the burning hot lamppost They spot a tall figure in a dark cave what was a witch The witch ran like a cheetah out of the cave. The witch ran away because she was scared she would be captured They saw the witch running way in the distance But then they saw a wizard chasing her on a silent sleigh.

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The magic wardrobe Broke a window, Ran to a wardrobe, Ran to hide, Ran to survive, Got in, It was very confined, Walked far in, Felt something like soft, slippery snow, Then walked further away from the wardrobe, Slip, crash they fell over, The branches on the trees gripped their arms, White, fluffy clouds attached to the sky, It felt like the artic, With all the snow, Their legs were dying, Swishing, swaying branches, Crash the tree fell down, The snow on the tree, Buried them all, Poking their heads out, They see a strange creature, As strange as an elephant wearing swimming trunks.

By George

As I entered the wardrobe tingles went down my spine and up my finger tips nervous not knowing what would happen. I used my common sense and figured it would be smart to not lock or shut the door so don't get stuck because that would be terrible for obvious reasons.

Then I felt the cold breeze slap me round the face. I saw some snow so I walked towards it then when I got closer I saw a sign that said welcome to Narnia. When I walked in the cold, soft, glistening, snow froze my feet in a touch.

While I was looking around I saw a tall, hot, shiny lamppost. and or so saw a seven legged eight eyed monster dancing in the snow 

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Oliver Cosy warm coats ingulf like a wave of reassurance hitting in face ouch Crisp, crunch it is popcorn crunching Flakes flutter landing on innocent lips&nbsp;like a drink falling into a mouth&nbsp; Sons and Daughters of Eve are nervous prey tiptoeing into the lair&nbsp;as sneaky as a mouse&nbsp; &nbsp;The creaking, cracking of the wooden floor&nbsp; A lamppost stands tall&nbsp;as the&nbsp;clouds high in the air&nbsp; Guiding them in.&nbsp; The creaking, cracking on the&nbsp;wooden&nbsp;floor&nbsp;&nbsp; Eyelids flutter&nbsp;as lightly as&nbsp;a&nbsp;bird's&nbsp;wings&nbsp; Lovely&nbsp;Snowflakes settle&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;floor&nbsp; They are a little bird&nbsp;&nbsp; Eyes are wide&nbsp;bolts&nbsp;looking&nbsp;around&nbsp; Long, huge&nbsp;Branches hands grab the visitors.&nbsp;

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Through the wardrobe so dark Covered in coats An intrigued girl named Lucy with a great hiding spot Through to a land so free like butterflies And trees waving at you from the side With snow that could take you in But with a ice Queen that could take you back. Feeling the trees from the dark&nbsp; Sprinting her body with energy and fright&nbsp; Lucy&nbsp;turned as her hair made a swish!&nbsp; A winter land full of ice&nbsp; The cold filled her&nbsp;&nbsp; But it was amazing&nbsp; Spotting a light glowing from afar&nbsp;&nbsp; Made&nbsp;her want to step into the wild.&nbsp; This strange land of magic seemed to excite her&nbsp; Her feet made squelches&nbsp;as she walked past vines and ice&nbsp; Following the white, almost sparkling&nbsp;path&nbsp; Her body wanting her to believe it&nbsp; But her head making her stop&nbsp; She skipped down to the light with a smile on her face&nbsp; But&nbsp;wait,&nbsp;what was that&nbsp; A figure&nbsp; A strange figure&nbsp; Like a man with legs of a goat&nbsp; She jumped to the side nearly hitting a small tree next to her&nbsp; She saw the strange figure move behind the glowing lamp&nbsp; But to her surprise he spoke&nbsp; “Daughter of Eve?”&nbsp;

Bang! The wardrobe door shuts eerily behind me, Soft, cosy coats snuggle all around me. Inquisitive, temptation pulls me in, Prickly, on the tip of my finger? Breezy, icy air swirls across my flushed face. Crisp, underfoot. Cold, wet, bright, Crunch, crunch, crunch. Footsteps, quicken as I explore, Swishing, leaves of a ginormous oak tree ahead, Where am I?&nbsp; Scared, curious, excited,&nbsp; I step into this strange world before me…

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Swinging of the coats being pushed! Crashing of the children pushing each other Crunch, crack Twigs break! Daughters of Eve sons of Adam start to shiver in the freezing wind Chalky flakes fall floating onto their glacial skin Daughters of Eve sons of Adam gaze out to the open forest Towering trees wave like they are greeting them! The sky is a heavy colourless blanket The bleached leaves wave in the crisp wind The unpigmented leaves are eyes watching over them Silently, they stand shocked and scared A sweet faun hops out of the bush like a startled rabbit!

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By Grace D

Dusty wardrobe closing in on me, will I get out, will I be free? The feeling is bitter, freezing and cold. Eyelids flutter like a butterfly's wings, as snow softly settles in front of your eyes. As I step out will I fall or will the snow not touch me at all? When I step out I can't believe my eyes, this beautiful forest is such a surprise.

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Daniel

Lucy entered the magical Land of Narnia and was excited and confused, wondering how this was possible She had so many crazy feelings like a mix of emotions and disbelief Tapping on the soft, icy, frosty snow she makes footprints on the white trail below her She approached a burning, glowing lamp on fire stuck in the thick snow It was as bright as the hot, golden sun The light lamp laying it's strong, metal stand as high as a tower made out of strong, sturdy, silver steel. Then, she meets this tailed, horned, goat hooved monster, they both scared each other to death!! Lucy picked up the parcels, that he was carrying, and the creature was known as... THE FAUN!!!! He was going to kidnap her but he realised that she was a kind, caring, innocent girl and the Faun was called Mr. Tumnus They go to Mr. Tumnus' rocky, hard, grey cave and the fingers of the tree branches tickle Lucy's neck next to her

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Amelia

The creaking of the wooden, old&nbsp;floor&nbsp; Cosy warm&nbsp;coats brushing against their body&nbsp; Crisp.&nbsp;Crunch. Crack&nbsp; Flakes flutter landing on innocent lips&nbsp;like lipstick attaching&nbsp;to&nbsp;the lips&nbsp; Sons and Daughters of Eve are nervous prey tiptoeing into the lair&nbsp;carefully.&nbsp; A&nbsp;tall, giant&nbsp;lamppost stands tall&nbsp;like a tree&nbsp; Guiding them in&nbsp;to the&nbsp;cave of Mr Tumnus&nbsp; Eyelid's&nbsp;flutter&nbsp;in the coldness&nbsp; Snowflakes settle&nbsp;on the freezing, wet ground&nbsp; Eyes are wide&nbsp;like in the summer when the flowers glow Branches hands grab the visitors&nbsp;of the&nbsp;magical&nbsp;Narnia&nbsp; The wind blows as loud as a bin&nbsp;collector&nbsp; Trees rustle in the wind&nbsp; Lamp post stands tall like a tree&nbsp; Cold like five times of normal winter&nbsp; Falling to the&nbsp;ground&nbsp;as cold as they can be.&nbsp; Waving like I saying hi.&nbsp;

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by Lola Snow&nbsp;snow&nbsp;like the ice&nbsp;queen&nbsp; Snow&nbsp;balls&nbsp;hit you like some&nbsp;rolled&nbsp;up&nbsp;paper. When&nbsp;you go&nbsp;out&nbsp;from the&nbsp;wardrobe&nbsp;the snow&nbsp;glows&nbsp;on you Hear Crunch&nbsp;crunch&nbsp;on the floor&nbsp;when&nbsp;you step on it. &nbsp;Crunch on the&nbsp;snow&nbsp;.&nbsp;Crunch on the&nbsp;snow. &nbsp;Oh my goodness it is&nbsp;beautiful The snow is as light as a feather The&nbsp;branches&nbsp;snap like a&nbsp;crocodile &nbsp;As the trees snap the wind blows harder and harder&nbsp;the trees snap &nbsp;Snow, harder and&nbsp;harder Scare us Feet and feet on the floor like a deer.&nbsp; Brop&nbsp;brop&nbsp;goes the ice as the snow flakes go to the&nbsp;ground&nbsp;don’t&nbsp;snap&nbsp;too&nbsp;hard There will be&nbsp;an&nbsp;avalanche.&nbsp;

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The creaking of the cold, wooden floor, Cosy warm animals fur engulfs like a wave of softness. crisp. crunch went the soft snow, prickle ow! saw hands pumping with sadness. Flakes flutter and landing on innocent lips. Trees tip toeing tracing their steps&nbsp;trying&nbsp;to catch&nbsp;them. Sons and Daughters of Eve are nervous prey tiptoeing into the lair.&nbsp; A lamppost stands tall&nbsp; Guiding them&nbsp;everywhere in&nbsp;Narnia.&nbsp; Eyelids&nbsp;flutter&nbsp; Snowflakes settle&nbsp; Eyes are wide&nbsp; Branches hands grab the visitors.&nbsp; What else could go wrong?&nbsp; Reindeers&nbsp;ridding straight at them.&nbsp; SNAP in the&nbsp;deep, dark&nbsp;woods&nbsp; A lamppost stands tall still.&nbsp; Half goat half man&nbsp; And half&nbsp;dressed.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Narnia. As the winds blow, The trees shake, Every piece of snow is a mistake, snow is supposed to be flowers, But it’s a beautiful sight, We need spring back.. Snow swirling swishing, Please please give us spring back

The trees poem! The snow sits on me, I smile with glee, I swish and turn, With my branches, I collect it, Every where me and my friends go.

As I lay, People display, Dogs sit upon me, I guide the way, I am like a ship my bulb sitting in the captins seat.

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Children tiptoe into the&nbsp;oak&nbsp;wardrobe waiting for foes to walk past&nbsp; Further they go into the wardrobe&nbsp;of what was wood&nbsp;eventually&nbsp;come to them&nbsp;walking on crunching snow&nbsp; One day in Narnia,&nbsp; Lampposts flicker&nbsp;as though they are eyes blinking&nbsp; Flicker&nbsp;flicker...&nbsp; The trees sway as if dancing to slow music&nbsp; One day in&nbsp;Narnia,&nbsp; The forest grown tall&nbsp;&nbsp; Strange creatures strolling through the glade&nbsp; An adventure begins...

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Jack E's Free verse poem The Poem of Narnia

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The creaking of the door like a monster growling&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; smooth, fluffy coats are the gate&nbsp;way to&nbsp;a great&nbsp;area of land&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;Crunch,&nbsp;crackle, crisp&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Flakes jump from the sky and step on&nbsp;Citizen’s&nbsp;lips&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Children&nbsp;scamper&nbsp;into the gate way&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Stomp,&nbsp;stomp!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; A metal, glowing lamppost stands tall&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Then&nbsp;directs them into the land they call Narnia&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

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Free Verse Poems

By Willow Class. (The best class ever)

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By Harry M

&nbsp;Creak&nbsp;as the&nbsp;door opens&nbsp; Crunch, crunch,&nbsp;crunch&nbsp;the snow goes as they step into the unknown place&nbsp; A lasso drawing them in like&nbsp;an ice cream on a summer’s day melting away in the hot, hot sun during the day.&nbsp; The snow is like a fluffy cloud falling&nbsp;to the ground&nbsp;like a bird shot from the sky&nbsp; But still alive and walking through the snow&nbsp;&nbsp; As they are now.&nbsp; Snow still flowing and dancing in the wind they&nbsp;&nbsp; Still power on continuing&nbsp;their&nbsp;journey&nbsp; Into&nbsp;Narnia and&nbsp;hearing&nbsp;children scream with happiness.&nbsp;

Emerson The creaking of the brown, wooden floor Cosy warm coats inundate like a wave of reassurance. Crisp. crunch. Flakes flutter landing on ˈ bidding lips Sons and Daughters of Eve are nervous prey tiptoeing into the lair. A lonely lamppost stands tall Guiding them in like an airplane landing on a runway Eyelids flutter like delicate bird wings Snowflakes slowly softly settle silently Eyes are wide Branches hands grab the visitors.

Entering the wardrobe feeling scared Glowing gold Portal opens up&nbsp; Feeling brown fur coats&nbsp;&nbsp; Stepping right in as the girl is being pulled into the cold dark wardrobe&nbsp;&nbsp; As she feels snow and bangs into a&nbsp;big tall&nbsp;willow tree.&nbsp;Donk!&nbsp; Then she sees a tree fall to the&nbsp;snow&nbsp; She looks around and feels like she is in an amazing and wonderful&nbsp;dream&nbsp;&nbsp; While the white snow absorbs the girl&nbsp;&nbsp; As the&nbsp;lamppost&nbsp;sees the amazing girl&nbsp; He thinks what a kind person The girl walks over and&nbsp;says to the lamp Hmmm that’s a bit strange&nbsp;&nbsp;

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from unknown house that was as big as a dinosaur explore and find open the two big creaking brown doors

feeling the warm cuddly coats through to a cold new world

to find white and crisp with one lonely standing light glowing up the forest

brothers and sisters footsteps make trails that are easily followed

listening carefully Lucy could hear the tip tapping hoof steps creeping through the huge broccoli farm (trees)

Jamie My Poem&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When Lucy&nbsp;entered&nbsp;the snowy&nbsp;Narnia,&nbsp;she thought so many reasons&nbsp; What happened!&nbsp; How do I get&nbsp;out?&nbsp; &nbsp; Crisp Crunch, Crisp Crunch, Crisp Crunch&nbsp; The snow was crunching like an egg cracking.&nbsp; The snowflakes settled whilst tickling the ground.&nbsp; &nbsp; A lamppost stands tall&nbsp;guiding their&nbsp;way in&nbsp;Narnia.&nbsp; There&nbsp;go&nbsp;the&nbsp;branches creeping their way to&nbsp;the&nbsp;lamppost.&nbsp; Founds a&nbsp;forn&nbsp;creeping to Lucy.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; By Jamie!!&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;

Nervously drawn in The creaking of the wooden floor Cosy warm coats brushing against them Dark, gloomy and glorious

The crunch of the cold snow The lightly lit lamppost standing tall The snowy tree whistling in the cold breeze The mountains as tall as 1 million giraffes on top of each other.

Branches grabbing the visitors in joy at seeing people Snowflakes settle Eyelids flutter

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Stepping into the wardrobe They were taken with surprise Lucy said there was somewhere magical When they were just about to step out of the wardrobe Go slowly They would not get caught, Stepping out of the wardrobe Their faces were with wonder They were surprised T Their faces were with beauty They have never seen anything like this before. The snowflakes were gently falling It was so cold massive fluffy warm coats Then they saw a grey lamppost which was gently lighting the way to another land and Narnia.

Revealing slow, stepping in&nbsp; Going through rummaging rapidly&nbsp;&nbsp; Entering Narnia is it a dream or is&nbsp;it&nbsp;real life?&nbsp; Still going back OUCH!&nbsp;A prick of a pine leaf and I’m in.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Walking in and a lamppost stood tall&nbsp; Guiding me in to the great Narnia&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; With mountains ahead and trees beside&nbsp; The snow on the ground is a&nbsp;big white board&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; Snowflakes fall&nbsp;&nbsp; Snowflakes settle&nbsp; The ground as white as a piece of paper&nbsp; Trees surround me&nbsp;&nbsp; Trees in the great Narnia.&nbsp;

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