a poem by M. Ferguson, Brooke VC C of E Primary School
I dreamt a cardboard rocket, could carry me away,
Beyond the furthest planet to a place where I could play.
Away from SATs and targets, beyond the Ofsted call;
An island of tranquillity, with lift-off from the Hall.
I'd like a cardboard rocket, in which to end each day,
I could push out little children and send the staff away.
A mental astral voyage, to when I was just small,
My only tiny worry - I may be somewhat tall