Year 5 Bookfest success and thanking the NHS!

Budding writers from Year 5 did excellently in the Wimbledon Bookfest competition with some commended and highly commended submissions. Michaela and Ciara were the winner and runner up and were awarded their certificates at The Sunset Festival on Wimbledon Common.

My name is Africa...

My name is Africa. My rivers run with the tears and sweat of the people. My mountains are alive, vivid peacock green; a delicate white veil of clouds thoroughly covering my mountains. You shall find my heart in the centre of the rainforest. Thick, humid, jade. Fronds, leaves, little streams of water. Rocks, boulders, soil, and sand.

My name is Africa. My deserts are boiling, hot, sandy dunes. Endless dust. Continuous sand. Everlasting sea of gold. The horizon line you might see, yes, - though it is far until the next oasis. Angry rays of sunlight scorch you. Although you are sticky and tired, you must go on.

My name is Africa. I am bustling with creatures big and small, and filled with cities and towns. Huge, bright, tall. Swamping the city, people cram into buses; cars flash their lights at one another; vans and trucks glare their horns to the other vehicles.

My name is Africa. My oceans are vast atmospheres. Wild sapphire, ivy green, forget-me-not blue. Bubbly white horses run up to the shore, then shrink away, into the shadows. My savannahs have tall grasses, and creatures roam free, everything wild.

My name is Africa. I am bursting with life, and full to the brim with unique cultures, and beautiful animals. My name is Africa.

By Michaela