We have been learning the poem Wizard by Richard Edwards. We drew some images from the poem. Under my bed I keep a box With seven locks, And all the things I have to hide Are safe inside: My rings, my wand, my hat, my shells, My book of spells. I could fit a mountain into a shoe If I wanted to, Or put the sea in a paper cup And drink it up. I could change a cushion into a bird With a magic word, Or turn December into spring, Or make stones sing, I could clap my hands and watch the moon, Like a white balloon, Come floating to my window sill... One day I will.