World Book Day 2018

1st March 2018
We celebrated World Book Day with the children dressing up as a character from their favourite book.  They all looked fabulous in their costumes.  In the morning every class visited Haddenham Library where they enjoyed taking part in lots of different activities and listening to stories.  Sue Wood, story reader at the library, wrote this poem about our visit.

The White Rabbit

St David’s Day - the daffodils crouch low,
cagouled in tight green unopened buds,
Siberian winds blow thin snow flurries
in and out of the garden; we leave the heating
on all night and watch the smart meter
tell us in pounds and pence the guilt
we feel about this marauding season.

The library opens late; buses freeze,
trains stay put. Up the icy road
children come dressed in motley.
Under gloves and scarves they flash
pinks and purples, crayoned-on whiskers,
a blue Thomas the Tank Engine
with a funnel and cotton wool smoke,
is attached by strings to its maker.  Alice in blue,
Matilda with a messy dress, Batman heroic
in red zig-zags of action.

World Book Day – and I am to read stories.
I sit on a miniature chair, try the story about the girl
who hated reading but was helped by whispering
the words to Bonnie the big white dog.
The Reception class is sceptical:
a dog would eat the book or pee on the carpet.
There is rapid debate about dogs’ toilet habits.
This is more interesting than the book. 

I try Class 1 on a big Dinosaur book.
Thomas the Tank Engine is balanced uneasily
on a beanbag and two Willy Wonkers compete
for a chair. The children listen – a man
stands on a hill and wants to reach a star.
He tries standing on a tree (the class laugh).
They suggest dragon’s wings, a helicopter,
a rocket – but the next page shows devastation,
the earth ruined, factories belching smoke –
that is the price of his rocket. The star is
only a bare mound of dust, and in the sky
a lovely blue planet hangs like a jewel.

The children hear how the woken dinosaurs
repair the earth, the man returns, shares
a new paradise with everyone (including the dinosaurs).
Hands go up, the dinosaurs are extinct, they would eat
the man, how could they get all the rubbish into volcanoes?
A solemn boy stands up, “It’s only fiction,” he says.
“What’s that?” asks the White Rabbit.

Sue Wood