ZOOS ARE POOS

Zoos only exist for the amusement of people. They are inhumane places that are not suitable for animals. How would you like it to be taken away from your family and locked away with only prying eyes company?


Its not fair to have zoos because we have already taken so much for them like habitats and food, but now we are taking away their family as well. Everybody knows about wars and how people were sold unwillingly and made live in terrible conditions? Well this is no different, cages are not a place for animals.


You hear of kidnapping and you feel for the victim and dislike the kidnapper. You wonder how they could do that, what were thinking? To take away a mother, child, someones sister or brother you feel sympathy for their family. This is no different we take defenceless animals away from their natural home it isn't fair.

People claim they are helping animals by taking them into zoos but most animals never get out the zoo again. If you want to help animals you should come to them instead of bringing them to us. Imagine calling 111 with a broken leg and being told you had to get yourself to the hospital. Its pathetic...

There is no benefit for animals in zoos so we should invest in sanctuaries and safaris instead. If your not a poo don't go to the zoo.

by Lottie and Saffy

Her

Her posture is straight but her eyes shine with kindness. She is tall with tan sun bet  skin. And although her scars have sunken and  smile line crease her skin, she still gives off a youthful beauty.
Just by looking at her hands you can tell she's a builder. They are strong with tough skin, and constantly covered in cuts and bruises. She smells of warm wood, and is often covered in wood shavings. The overalls she wears are stained and baggy, hiding her figure.
Even dressed up, she had a tomboy style. I don't know many who wear dresses with boot leg jeans.Hair stuffily clipped back in her Signature updo. Her eyes give of her true self, that's hiding within her.

She is beautiful.

By Sapphira

My earliest memory

My earliest memory.

I remember the day with joy even tho most of it is hazy. My Mum, sister Emma and I were down having lunch at Hot mama’s with Emma’s friend Okeey. I was 4 then and my attention span was short. It had been half an hour and I was bored and starting to complain. I remember Okeey being the goon he is, started to entertain me by pulling sugar sashays, from the cup on the table , and scoffing them down. One after the other they disappeared. I was laughing my head off, while Mum and Emma were only smirking.
That is my favorite earliest memory. :D 

By Sapphira

Music

Music

A rhythm from the soul,
a full on beat,
moving to the drums,
the lyrics slipping from my mouth as uncontrollable as the sea.

The build up then the drop,
the bass guitar,
electronic, robotic,
this is the future rock.

A lullaby to a sleepy baby,
a train to dream land,
the soft and warming melody of a mothers song,
the baby will sleep long and peaceful rocking in her arms.

The jungle song,
a tribal dance,
from young to old they sway singing to the song,
firelight illuminating there masks of feathers and wood.

From melody to hard out rock peoples souls are speaking and they all have something to say.

By Sapphira Harrington

Mess

Mess

Piled high,
wash basket over flowing,
chip packets,
apple core left out to rot.

Floor lost for good,
never to be found,
what is that sticky syrup,
and wheres the air freshener gone?

Old breakfast dishes,
toothbrush in the toilet,
blanket near the window,
to soften his return.

Oh this mess is disgusting ,
that 15 year old boy.

By Sapphira Harrington

    

Tranquility

Tranquility

The sunlight flitters through the trees leaving warm shapes dancing on my skin.
The damp dirt of the path sticks to my bare feet.
The warmth & dryness surrounds me as I step forth from the forest, into the light of the clearing & the blue, blue lake.
I climb the rock that leans over the lake, & poise on the edge.
I watch as the sun sets, & when the moon light hits the lake, I leap , arching my back, extending my arms like I am flying.

And for a moment I am.

Then I break the surface of the lake,
gliding under the water,
as warm as the air above,
& just as welcoming.

Tranquility.

By Sapphira Harrington

My .P.J.S

My .P.J.S are long and cozy.
My pajama top is long and black with a big owl sitting on a branch.
My pajama pants are a soft blue with white rain clouds that are almost invisible and dark blue ribbons that hang down.
My pajamas are too big for me and worn down to a soft feel when I put them on my skin gos soft and smooths out.
They live on a old cane picnic basket yearning for night to come.
When I put them on I put them on I settle down and wait for the pictures in my head to start and I slowly drift away.
By Sapphira