My Aim in Life
Grade 3
Story Time by Andrew Collett
When our teacher tell us stories at the end of every day, we all sit in silence as she takes us far away.
To places where wise wizards live in castles in the sky, to lands where all the children have wings so they can fly.
We all sit in silence we just sit and stare, for when teacher tells us stories she makes us feel we’re there.
Grade 3
Rainy Nights by Irene Thompson I like the town on rainy nights
When everything is wet -
When all the town has magic lights
And streets of shining jet! When all the rain about the town
Is like a looking-glass,
And all the lights are upside down
Below me as I pass. In all the pools are velvet skies,
And down the dazzling street
A fairy city gleams and lies
In beauty at my feet.
Grade 4
The Postman by Claire Galpin
A postman is a busy man,
Has lots of letters to post,
A postman really gets around,
From house to flat to floor.
If he is a lucky one,
To the Palace he shall stroll,
Along the path, not the lawn.
Maybe a parcel large or small,
Maybe thin, fat or bulgy.
People have letterboxes small,
People have them high and low,
To the left, right and centre.
A postman must enjoy his job,
On all conditions of the forecast,
Or he would not have chosen it.
Grade 4
Where Go the Boats? by R.L.Stevenson
Dark brown is the river. Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home?
On goes the river And out past the mill,
Away down the valley, Away down the hill.
Away down the river, A hundred miles or more,
Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
Grade 5
Fireworks Night
By Eric Simpson
The sky is filled with sparks and flames; the children rush about, their cries are hardly heard among the din of bangers,jumping jacks and rockets
Dogs howl and cats cry-
Frightened of the noise.
The sky is filled with cordite smoke.
The
Story Time by Andrew Collett
When our teacher tell us stories at the end of every day, we all sit in silence as she takes us far away.
To places where wise wizards live in castles in the sky, to lands where all the children have wings so they can fly.
We all sit in silence we just sit and stare, for when teacher tells us stories she makes us feel we’re there.
Grade 3
Rainy Nights by Irene Thompson I like the town on rainy nights
When everything is wet -
When all the town has magic lights
And streets of shining jet! When all the rain about the town
Is like a looking-glass,
And all the lights are upside down
Below me as I pass. In all the pools are velvet skies,
And down the dazzling street
A fairy city gleams and lies
In beauty at my feet.
Grade 4
The Postman by Claire Galpin
A postman is a busy man,
Has lots of letters to post,
A postman really gets around,
From house to flat to floor.
If he is a lucky one,
To the Palace he shall stroll,
Along the path, not the lawn.
Maybe a parcel large or small,
Maybe thin, fat or bulgy.
People have letterboxes small,
People have them high and low,
To the left, right and centre.
A postman must enjoy his job,
On all conditions of the forecast,
Or he would not have chosen it.
Grade 4
Where Go the Boats? by R.L.Stevenson
Dark brown is the river. Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating— Where will all come home?
On goes the river And out past the mill,
Away down the valley, Away down the hill.
Away down the river, A hundred miles or more,
Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
Grade 5
Fireworks Night
By Eric Simpson
The sky is filled with sparks and flames; the children rush about, their cries are hardly heard among the din of bangers,jumping jacks and rockets
Dogs howl and cats cry-
Frightened of the noise.
The sky is filled with cordite smoke.
The