I learned from my friend Elizabeth, at lunchtime today, that when she grows up she is going to be a giraffe. Sounds like a plan to me. Although giraffes don’t eat bacon and egg sandwiches. Perhaps it wouldn’t matter. And that long neck could be handy.
I think I might like to be a bird of some kind. Or a tree. I think I would be an oak tree, or a silver birch, or maybe a spindle tree. Or I could fulfil a lifetime’s ambition and be a star of stage and screen. Or a forester. Or a shepherd.
What would you like to be? Tell us why. Tell us what you would do. You could make a list of all the things you would like to be. That might be rather a good poem. You could write it in a little book. And draw some pictures.
Writing Box 