poems, they have done a fantasticjob and it's been wonderful that so many people in burnham and highbridge learning. sister river, brother river, mother river, father river. 0h, life giver, oh, life taker, oh, friend river, what have you in store for a poor fisherman today? and yet by heaven i think my love is rare. in flanders field, the poppies blow. between the crosses, row on row. that mark our place, and in the sky, the larks still bravely sing and fly. i met a traveller from an antique land, who said, "two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert... near them on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command." the school's entering a national competition called poetry by heart, so what do they think, i ask, in an artistic car park? poetry, rap and songs, and like all of these things have this ability to bring people together, and to help them express themselves. to see kids here at this age already, kind of ingesting this and being able to express themselves in this way, is really inspiring. there is a boy called simon