"I like the idea of children spending their lunch-time wanting to write, when usually they spend their class-time trying to avoid writing!" whispered David as he handed out three trays of magnetic words to anyone who was interested.

Children came from everywhere and hands chose words to make into short poems ...some carefully and others not so carefully. The sun was shining, the wind mild and footballs placed to one side to see what was going on with this strange man and his trays of letters.

"they said come to an angry forest" ...words magnitised to a metal gate which lead through to overgrown bushes.

"my frantic dream" was placed on the floor by the steps until the hundredth pair of feet which walked over it kicked the words away.

Children came, took words from the trays, wrote their short poems and were called for by the lunch-time supervisors to go for their dinner. Quickly they photographed their work before another call came.

"It's nice doing this work" said Isma. "It's nice to put words in funny places", she said as she watched children stick words on an iron grate.

Click on the red 2 to find out about the claywork that goes on in our school...