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It has been lovely to see all our returning children this week, and welcome to all our new families and children joining us this year

Senses poem by Sujaya, Jack, Thomas and Will

I can hear wicked wind whipping through the trees, rustling the leaves,
streams swishing peacefully,
poisonous snakes hissing,
I can taste honey as rich as gold,
succulent meat from a young deer,
mushrooms like salty marshmallows,
it makes me feel oppressive,
light headed and dreamy.
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