The Frozen Park by Ozzy
- matturbo1111
- Jan 20, 2015
- 2 min read

At the start of a week of winter workshops for Poem for Suffolk, I was keen to capture something of the seasons and the January weather in the writing at Yoxford Primary school. So as soon as the class returned from break time, their faces red and their hands still numb, I began by asking them to write a line or two about what they had just experienced outside. The cold didn't really bother Ozzy much (more a scientific interest in the results of not wearing gloves) and with every question I asked, he provided warming and wild answers involving broken pens, barbie dolls and riding his scooter. I say the cold didn't bother him but actually it did - only now have I realised how much the park in the title means to him (and how it being frozen would spoil his day).
THE FROZEN PARK I went outside and after two mins my hands were as cold as a freezer. They were pink! In my bag I have a broken pen. It exploded. I look in my bag this morning I looked in there to put my book in it and there it was orange pen everywhere. I keep broken barbie dolls under my bed and sometimes when I get bored I make a new Barbie out of all the old parts. When the rain hits the door my dogs always BARK! My brother always wears a firetrap hat. He only takes it off when he steps in the bath, it’s so annoying. At Leiston skate park I ride my scooter an MGP Nitro VX4 team conditions. I love doing a tail whip I can go down every ramp. Ozzy, Yoxford Primary School