Wizard Poem

We have been studying the poem "Wizard". We drew some of the images depicted in the poem.

Wizard

Under my bed, I keep a box

With seven locks,

And all the things I have to hide

Are safe inside:

My rings, my wand, my hat, my shells,

My book of spells.

I could fit a mountain into a shoe

If I wanted to,

Or put the sea in a paper cup

And drink it up.

I could change a cushion into a bird

With a magic word,

Or turn December into spring,

Or make stones sing,

I could clap my hands and watch the moon,

Like a white balloon,

Come floating to my window sill...

One day I will.

By Richard Edwards