In the school gardens,
The trees wave to all,
Indoors the fire roars,
To keep everyone warm.

In the classroom,
The paper chatters,
As it’s being passed around.

Among the bushes,
The thistles sleep.

In the sports cupboard ,
The equipment awaits,
And the balls awake.

In the flower patch,
The soil is moving,
And the seeds are growing.

The wind is running,
The clouds are dancing.
I love it here at Adcote.