The Little Bower

The little bower made to impress,
Blue, blue, blue explodes,
He rushes back, beak full,
And starts to unload,

Someone special peeps through the trees,
And starts to twitter a little tune,
He looks and swells wanting to impress,
She hops and inspects a spoon,

She walks and sits looking up,
Peeking through the bower,
Eggs are coming, happiness too;
For the Little bird by the bower.


25 was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.


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