The Old Poems' Rest Home

Here's where all the old poems go when they get old. Enjoy them one last time. 

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Updated 6th Oct 2011

Dogs by Kelly (aged 10)

Dalmatians,
101 of them to be exact,
spots allowing them to stand out in a crowd,
looking like cows in the distance.

Labrador puppies,
playing in the garden,
growling and fighting,
only play fighting though.

Golden retrievers,
coats swaying in the breeze,
as cool as a cucumber,
galloping through the hills.

Sheep dogs,
Chasing the sheep,
ready for his owner to shear them.

Cute little Chihuahuas,
yapping at the postman,
time to go into my owner's handbag,
shopping time for me.

Love by Olivia Heckford (aged 10)

Love is the scent of roses that your true love brought.
Love is angels rejoicing by a shimmering lake.
Love is rich chocolate on your tongue.
Love is a fresh breeze on a spring day.
Love is a baby giggling at the wonder in the world.
Love is the most wonderful thing in the world!

Mice by Michelle Cobbledick (aged 11)

I have mice,
They love cheese slice,
My mice are called
Patches, Misty, Sherry and Polly
Polly acts like a Dolly
I had a boy mouse
he bit me in the house
They have there own cages
I could talk about them for ages
It's time for them to say good-bye
And leave a big sigh.

Updated Sept 21st

The Ballet by Ayla (aged 11)

Quiet Music begins a Crescendo,
Patter of tiny feet cascades,
A little line of mini dancers float onto the stage,
Little tutus and Ballet slippers are lost in the twirl of legs,
It's a maze of arms and legs and feet and hands,
That swish and twirl and leap and play,
Underneath the lime lights,
Small giggles fill the center of the stage,
Oblivious to the audience,
Tiny girls with make up on,
And hair in tiny buns
Curtsey and leave the stage.

Dancing by Molly Meredith (aged 11)

Dancing, special, fun
Twirling moving joy for me
I dance to the beat

Could Be As by Bryson Read

A house could be
a mouse's
summer house.

A mouse could be
as wee
as a leaf of a tree.

A tree could be
as huge as
a bruise.

A bruise could be
as blue
as a jay flying in the sky
as high as an airplane flies.

A blue jay could be as
fast as a
rat when it's
running from a cat.

Ditto by Darcie Missen (aged 11)

Ditto to the moon, and ditto to the sky,
My heart is filled with such boredom I want to cry,

Ditto to the leaves
That rustle in the breeze,
And ditto to the flowers
That will bloom for many hours

And ditto to the birds
That your ears may have heard.
Ditto
Ditto
Ditto

Summer Holidays by Olivia Heckford (aged 10)

My summer holidays are great.
So let's start at the beginning.
At the airport you're all excited.
Jumping up and down like a kangaroo.
On the plane you play and sleep.
You land - hooray!
Family hugs all around.

Back in England again.
Before you know it -
You are crabbing on the pier.
Eating ice cream and shopping for souvenirs.
Every night you play cards and stay up.
Swimming, swimming in the sea.
Sightseeing with you and me.
Soon the fun is over.
So back to the airport we go.
On the plane.
We all say good bye to the holiday that came and went.

The End of Autumn by Georgie Furze (aged 8)

Carrot-like leaves,
Woodpecker fluttering,
Hectic howling winds,
Smacking leaves into the luscious blue sky.

Swaying trees,
Wiggling their colourful leaves.
Woodpecker going to wood.

The scaly surface of oak tree trunks,
Crackling pathway,
Walloping wind wiping the path of leaves.

Jumping rabbits,
Jump like a bouncy ball.
Bolting birds,
Trees losing leaves.

Sparrows sing,
As it comes to the end of autumn.

Sadness by Ammar (aged 10)

Sadness is a black corridor
filled with sad spirits hovering
above the ground.

Sadness is a whiff of dry
blood frozen on your skin.

Sadness is the bellow of a
gunshot making more misery
in the world.

Sadness is the world turning
cold day by day.

sadness is pulling the heart
out from the devil himself.

The World Out There by Lewis Topham (aged 9)

The world out there, so gentle and calming,
I could be an Eagle and soar all day,
I could be a tree and hang around with birds in my branches,
I could be a bee sucking up nectar then returning to my hive to make honey.

The world out there, so elegant and beautiful,
I could climb a tree and never come down,
I could smell the lovely scent of the blooming flowers,
I could see the clouds rushing in the sky, lots of shapes and sizes.

The world out there...
It is so beautiful it will never end…

My Street by Azaria Rogers (aged 12)

My street is quiet and very long
Everyday someone's singing a song
When you walk down my street alone
Beware of Mr. Froster's dogs
I guess that's why my street is dead
And everybody stays in bed

My street is great for bike riding
And there's never any real fighting
Neighbours are neighbours and cats are cats
My street is normal and nothing but that
Even though the kids next door
Make a lot of noise
We all live in harmony together as friends on Hope St.

My Pet Rex by Noire El-Hariri (aged 12)

Rex, Rex, Rex
likes to chase cats
though the park
running though
the long green grass

He wags his tail
side to side
when he's excited
and wants to play.

When I see rex
he wags his tail
as if he's saying hello.

The Tennis Match by Olivia Leck (aged 7)

I went to a tennis match one day to see my friend,
She slipped on a banana peel,
And couldn't finish the game.

She was rushed away in an ambulance,
To rest her head, she stayed in bed.

Red Whiskers by Diana (aged 8)

Red Whiskers is a village cat,
He looks brilliant in his hat,

A hunter came with a gun,
He thought it would be lots of fun,

To catch this puss and make him rich,
But he fell down a grotty ditch,

The proud cat said, "You won't catch me,
You're such a loser! Hee, hee, hee!"

I Am by Walaa Houssein (aged 12)

I am as mean as a troll
if you hear a tap tap tapping
that will be me
and I can do it everyday
to annoy you.

Sometimes I am an excited bird
that giggles at a touch
when people smile at me I feel so happy.

But sometimes I make an angry
hooty sound.
and I also think that
that clock speaks to me,
rushing me, when I am busy.

Big and Scary by Amany Farache (aged 12)

Big and scary,
you might say he's hairy.
Tough and strong,
with a tail that's long.
And a loud bark,
especially at the park.
You could even see him in the fog,
that's my big black hairy dog

Home by Alaina (aged 11)

I have two homes
One with my mom
One with my dad
It really isn't that bad

When I'm with my mom
I have nothing to do
So I get my pet bunny
But her nose is always runny

At my mom's
I take a step outside
Where my dog lies
And he looks at me with his big, beady eyes

When I'm with my Dad
I can do anything
It's not a shock
That I walk around our block

Once I get done
I sit on the couch
I think to myself
We have a big family all our self

My Pet Bubbles by Kubra Davun (aged 12)

Bubbles is my pet gold fish
Bubbling, bubbling around
n his house and all he
does is eat fish food and
sleep.

Chicken by Farozah Khan (aged 12)

my chicken is naughty
she poops a lot
she makes a lot of noise
and disturbs all of the neigbours
she is super fast
and super lazy
that's my chicken
Chichi

Molly by Molly (aged 10)

My name is Molly,
I have a dolly,
Who's eating a lolly
and we live in a trolley.
We live on a street,
And we eat raw meat,
While we eat we sit on the old park seat,
And we called our pet bird Pete,
Sometimes we gravitate to the mall,
One day we found an old ping pong ball,
So we made rackets from sticks and an old ladies shawl,

So that's me,
My name is Molly!

My Rabbit by Hanadi Ghantous

My rabbit is a big bunny with bucked teeth just like
Bugs Bunny.
His ears are flappy, flippy, floppy.
He's orangey grey just like clay.
He likes to eat carrots and chase away parrots
but all that matters to me is he is my bunny.
Flappy, my flippy floppy bunny.

My Teacher by Ayla (aged 11)

My teacher is awesome,
She teaches and is strict,
But she's nice most of the time,
And quite funny too,
She teaches well,
And we learn heaps,
So thank you,
I hope you read this sometime!

My Rabbit by Kayley Smith (aged 12)

My rabbit, my rabbit,
Had a naggy habit,
Of chewing carrots in the tree,
Everybody look at me.

Run, bunny run,
Like you do in the back paddock,
Run, bunny run,
Please come running back to me.

Run over the mountain and through the trees,
My bunny, my bunny as soft as can be,
You're like a fluffy pillow, floating through the air,
My bunny, my bunny.

I love you and you love me.

My Classroom by Ayla (aged 11)

Is made of 12 grade sixes
And 14 year 5s
7 girls,
19 boys,
Only one girl is in grade 6

Everyone sits around at desks,
Half the time on laptops,
I like my class,
Though very small,
We all Rock,
Especially my teacher!

My Imagination by Lewis Topham (aged 9)

My imagination is crazy with ideas,
No wonder I'm writing poems, I hear some with my ears

I let my imagination run free for a little while,
Give my head a rest,

Sometimes I think it going to burst!
But really I've just got too many ideas,

I like my imagination, it's very good indeed,
But the thing I like the most is my family please,

My imagination is colourful and wonderful,
What an amazing world,

All types of colours here and there,
Light to dark I don't care,

There are so many more things I can explore,
My mind is filled up I have to mix them up and all,

I want to see my greatest dreams pop right beside me,
Well in my imagination you can…

We should love our imaginations
Well, where would we be without them?

Bessie Bell by Ayla (aged 11)
(Bess Darling this is my tribute to you, Sweety)

Bess was a pony,
To many only a pony,
But to me she was special,
I was scared
Of riding and horses,
She was old,
Extremely old,
full of arthritis,
But she taught me heaps,
My dear pony,

So the day I came home,
And she was gone,
Passed away that day,
I cried and cried,
'Cause I never said good bye

If I Were a Cloud by Lewis Topham (Aged 9)

If I were a cloud I would soar and glide on the winds beyond
I would meet all the birds chirping happily till the sunset comes
I would sing with God up where he lays, in the mist, while days go by
I would sway with the trees on the breeze, my dust fades

If I were a cloud I would join with others making masses of us
I would tip-tap rain on the roof while rushing away onto another roof
I would run away from my enemy the storm cloud, down in the blue in the anemone
I would chase the planes rushing by, landing safely and saying "Hi"!

Wow, it would be cool to be a cloud….

Maverick by Ayla (aged 11)

Maverick is a funny dog,
Tall, round and cute,
He's full of howls,
A wags his tail ALL DAY,
He thinks he is human,
He lounges on the couch,
He snouts everybody,
With enormous jowls,
And a sloppy tongue,
He's a typical boxer dog!

Riding Horses by Michelle Cobbledick (aged 11)

Riding Horses,
Lighting Courses,
Who do you think will win?

Phar Lap, Shocking or Mickivy?
Heck lets get a bottle of gin.

Updated August 23rd 2011

My Magic Cloud by Arianwen Herbert (aged 9)

It's a sleeping deer
It's a tiger shark
It's a lion pouncing
It's a Noah's Ark

It's a feather duster
It's a princess's face
It's a cherry red Ferrari
It's a beautiful lace

They're running with the horses
They're running through the sky
They're above the world always
I can't reach them, but I'll try

Life by Renee Leitch (aged 11)

Life can be a blessing or life can be a curse
So I will write about mine in a verse,
I go to school at St Francis
Every school concert we do some dances,
My family is mum, dad, my brother and my cat
My bro and I play cricket and I always bat,
That's about it so goodbye for now
And from my cat he sends you a good meow.

The Owl by Jessica Flahant (aged 10)

The swish of snowy wings,
the endless black night.
The only thing that is white
is the elegant owl.
She swishes over the dark moor
not a care in the world
But happiness
and a insatiable love of flying

The Hillbillies and the Banjos by Ayla (aged 11)

The hillbillies sit by the old campfire,
Playing their banjos to a lively tune,
With their toothless grins,
Makin' it impossible to sing,
A lively tune and dance they form,
Their horses hitched out in the bush,
Banjos strapped to the back,
Old tattered clothes on the hillbillies,
Campfires dying down,
All to bed.
By morning, they're ready,
Leaving the camp,
Banjos in tow,
And horses on the go,
The hillbillies are coming to town.

Goal! by Alex (aged 11)

The crowd is roaring
The scores are tied
I have the ball.

I get past one defender,
Then another and one more.

Finally it's just me and the keeper
I run up and shoot, I've scored!
The crowd is going crazy.

And then my alarm woke me up for school.

Gallop by Gloria (aged 10)

Gallop, horsy,
Gallop through the deep blue sea.
Gallop, camel,
Gallop over the trammel.
Gallop, crow,
Gallop over the rainbow.
Gallop, cow,
Gallop over Macau.

Home by Arianwen Herbert (aged 9)

Home is where Molly is,
That's what Mum always said.
But here there is no Molly
No soft pattering footsteps
Across the marble tiles of the kitchen floor.
No jingle of her lead,
As she begs for a walk.
There is no bubbling gurgle
As the kettle boils,
No distant chatter,
Of the television blaring.

Here a soft chill
Creeps through my body.
Even in the shelter
of the butcher's porch.
It seeps through to every nook
And every cranny.
And the cold penetrating stare
Of the blank darkness.
For tonight, a night with no stars,
No moon, no light.
A night I will never forget.

(That's a lovely poem, Arianwen. It made me very sad - RS.)

Updated August 3rd 2011

Today, Tomorrow, The Future by Jayden Jacobi (aged 12)

I zoom past in my car at the speed of light
as the man sits on his porch in his rocking chair
watching time go by
as his face slowly grows old
with old wrinkly skin
and my brother in the back of the car
the size of the spec
bleating over the rage of the radio

My Dragon by Lewis Topham (aged 9)

If I had a Dragon I would soar and glide,
I would stay up all night to touch the moon,
I would feel the wonders of the world,
I would soar down by the Ocean blue.

If I had a Dragon I would glide up to Heaven to see God,
I would brace myself to fall, then let my Dragon catch me again,
I would catch the rising Sun.

If I had a Dragon…
I would meet the world…

Fire Fly by Darius Warren (aged 12)

In the misty moonlight sky,
roams the deadly firefly.

His venomous tail, his blood soaked paws,
he has no tenants to his cause.

Kill, crunch, mash them up,
drink them in his favourite cup.

Scratch, split, eat their feet,
extra soft double meat.

He gouges out children's eyes,
eats them like they're plump mince pies.

Then he tends to feel their heart:
squeeze, squish, please don't laugh...

As you think that this is so funny,
I'll tell you this, he mauled a bunny.

Ripped it and killed it so
The only piece left was a sloppy, wet toe.

Congregation by Eunice Hung (aged 10)

The end of fourth grade has come,
And I have three awards,
It is Computer Subject
And I feel great.

Then it is Liberal Art,
Which is my best subject,
And lastly,
It is Principal List

Imagination by Eunice Hung (aged 10)

Imagination
If you see me,
You see nothing.
But I am real,
And I'm an incredible thing.

I can make things that are not real come alive,
And bring you to the Wonderland,
But after a while,
Why are there no more fantasy things and Wonderland?

Guess What? by Wiktoria Szkolnicka (aged 11)

One day, well actually on Thursday, I was walking to school
and I saw a big fat bull!!! Well actually it was only a cow
Then - guess what? I saw a giant house
bigger then the biggest house in the world!!!
I mean it was like a mansion!!!,
Well, actually, it was only a small wooden one.

Then guess what? Well, wow! - I saw 100 pounds on the floor!
Okay, okay - it was only 1p but never mind,
Then the biggest thing in my life happened,
I saw well.... a DRAGON - an enormous dragon
Well, maybe it was only a lizard but that's still really cool, well maybe .

In school an eagle flew through the window - wowowowowow!
Okay, really it was a pigeon, but that's still not normal.
When school ended a big giant came
and he said he is here to collect me. Wow!!!
Okay, okay - it was only my dad .

My Annoying Sister by Hannah Yeung (aged 10)

you see I have a sister
she's as annoying as can be
she jumps around and prances about
and says she's better than me
she says she is the teacher's pet
but I am better than her
I just haven't shown her yet
I just wish for one day
she would go far away

Fear by Eunice Hung (aged 10)

We shall not speak a lie,
Not to fear to die.
People with tears,
What are their fears?

Not to be sad,
Not to be bad.
People will be happy,
Never will be sad.

But there was a dream,
Humans work like a team.
To be just and fair,
And there will be no more tears.

The Woods by Anastasia Gray and Holly Messer

We're going to look for some trees
Don't stand in the nettles please!
Or don't get stung by the bees
Smell the lovely fresh air
We'll never come to face a bear
Look in that hole there's a big fat mole
Don't trip over the stumps
Because there ginormous big lumps
Listen to these rules otherwise you'll be fools
This is the end of our poem friend

Journey by Eunice Hung (aged 10)

To the deep blue sea,
And have underwater tea.
Up to the high hill,
And pick some dill.

Have a hot balloon ride,
And go to the countryside
Have bicycle rides
And find the happiness that hides

Trapped by Alice Raven (aged 12)

Trapped in a spinning world
Round and round
The people
The air
The creatures
The seas
Round and round
But this is no cage, no fence, no gate
But our life in which we live precariously

Round and round
The world keeps going
It won't end
But we will,
Without knowing what was out there,
What was beyond the place we live,
The things undiscovered, unrecovered and just not known
Because we are trapped
Some will escape sooner than others
No one's staying, because we will escape
But… they don't know that
They think we're trapped.

Updated 9th June 2011

Boring Days by Lily (aged 9)

Oh, some days are extremely boring,
nothing to do,
nothing at all,
pouring down with rain
or just bored to death,
your mum nagging you to help with the boring old jobs,
oh, some days are so boring,
but some days can be fun,
oh, boring days are so boring,
BORING...

Vincent Van Gogh by Ryan Liepa (11) and Jack Kirby (10)

I am a gigantic giant stuck in my lonely empty castle.
My hair is like the flames of a roaring dragon burning up his anger.
I am as alone as a baby bird without its mother.
My jacket is like the deepest darkest ocean ever made.
My eyes are like a sparkling simmering black pearl.
My teeth are like a dazzling diamond ready to crumble.

Ever Promise by Eunice Hung (aged 9)

This is an ever promise,
Which broke when you know
A boy keeps this promise,
With a crystal bow.

It seems fictitious,
If I told you that the promise is timeless,
It is in everyone's heart
And it is endless.

Fantastic Rainforest Sounds by Lauren Thomas (aged 9)

Snake hissing past the blue river
Tribes calling while the snake slithers

Parrots squawking in the cool air
Spider Monkey swoops and gives him a scare.

Trees whistling throughout the day
River clashing this way and that way

Tribes calling in an unknown language
They're saying, We caught something for dinner.
What is it . . . ?

The Chase by Uzoma Obi-Obanua (aged 9)

The curious sparrow hawk squawking in the bush
Waiting upon his prey.
In an instant he rushes and leaps and grabs his prey.
The prey is too big
But finally the sparrow hawk flew to the ground
The air rushed through his feathers
He caught his prey and ate it like a mad dog.

Flight of the Eagle by Mateusz Darowski (aged 9)

The eagle started in the tree
He grew up and flew into the sky.
Whoosh whoosh goes the wind
Pushing the great wings of the eagle.
Swish swish on his journey through the trees.
Now it's time to swoop and dive
Let's end this poem in a hunt.

Fur by Lily (aged 9)

soft cosy, warm fur,
all cuddly and tender,
on dogs, cats, most animals and
maybe even cute teddy bears,
it feels so fluffy, it's so lovely and silky,
in all different colours, oh, so bright!

Animal Facts by Tommy Arnold (aged 8)

Sloths, snakes, scorpions, eagles
They all have hearts
But when they're ill it rips apart.

Spider Monkeys, gorillas, beetles
Are all animals and insects of the Amazon Rainforest.

The anaconda
The piranha
And the ferocious Jaguar
Are all types of animals that search for their prey
For days and days and days.

Jungle Finders by Chloe Sharman (aged 9)

The tribe see a golden fish
In the waterfall dashing and splashing.
The dashing was like a cheetah running and never stopping
And the splashing was like a baby crying madly.
The tribe jump in the splashing waterfall.
The golden fish darts out of sight
Showing the tribe a dashing grin.

Jungle Onomatopoeia by Vadimas Gaizutis (aged 8)

BANG!
I heard a tree fall down.
CRACK!
A coconut just broke.
SMACK!
A monkey banged on the ground.
KABOOM!
An elephant ran through the forest.

That's the end for now,
Listen out for sounds near you.

Flowers by Lily (aged 9)

roses are red, violets are blue,
fantastic beaming bright flowers,
standing in line,
looking stunning as always,
they come in rows of beautiful colours,
smell so sweet, flowers are pretty plants.

Animal Sounds by Bartek Chrupala (aged 8)

Tigers roaring
As loud and scary as a cave full of bats.
Water splashing
And dashing as fast as silver fish.
Birds squawking
As loud as shouting through a microphone.
Monkeys chattering
As lively as children at playtime.

The Amazon Rainforest by Alfie Brown (aged 8)

Snake hissing
As loud as a tiger's roar.
Water splashing
And water dashing

Trees swishing
Jaguar sprinting
Monkey chatting
and monkey playing
and monkey cheating.

Bird singing
Tree chopping
Spiders killing
Water crashing

Sun setting
Moon rising
Moon setting
Water jumping.

Time to wake up and get out of bed.

Journeys by David Ann (aged 9)

Eagle, horse, snake hoping to get to the seaside
Before the lightning hits them.
They ran into the river, you will never see them again.
But when it was the middle of May
They came back.

Hawk by Leah Taylor (aged 9)

The hawk was swooping through the air
As fast as an aeroplane.
Here and there he went
Past a river clashing at the rocks.

Trying to get past
But he could not.
Why, oh why,
What's that noise?

A tribe singing
The trees swishing
This way and that.
The Hawks journey begins.

Monkey by Cachel Mann (aged 8)

Monkey, monkey, oooooo, aaaaaaa
Swinging from tree to tree
He sees a tribe with greedy eyes
Holding a shiny banana treat
And he ends up as a
Monkey pie.

The Wonderful Rainforest by Hamza Ali (aged 9)

Fruit shining
Wind blowing
Animals roaring
Gas killing

Birds sweet like tea
Trees waving
Water splashing
Tribes saying Help! Help!

Flowers dying
The sky is blazing
The birds are flying
Monkeys jumping

The rainforest is dark
Like the moon as it falls away.

Bongo Drums by Novayah Lambie (aged 9)

River whistling through my ear
Hear droplets spitting down
Parrots squeaking through the trees
As loud as bongo drums
Tribes hunting for their prey
They see a monkey in the air
Ooooo aaaaaaa
Then he's gone.

Rain Drops by Danielle Brobbey (aged 8)

Rain drops sprinting
As the snake goes hissing
The rainfall starts to glimmer through the sky
As you go by
The trees shimmer and the wind whispers
Splish splash and drip drop coming down heavy
Everyone rushing,
Drip and drop the storm is coming
The time has come
Everyone hopping and running
The tornado falls
Everyone screeching
Everyone in their teeny beds
It's time to sleep upon the road
Hush your sleepy head

A Bird and its Mum by Aaron Harding (aged 9)

A parrot squeaking in the tree
Calling to his mum
His mum is far away
She can't hear
He's in a big tree
He is very scared
He fell on the ground
And now he is dead

Tropical Storm by Ella-Hope Barrington-Bailey (aged 9)

Rain drops sprinting down on the trees
The river gushing and the banks are squeezed
Jaguars, birds and monkeys running really fast
Hoping, hoping, hoping that they will not come last
Everyone rushing to get to their homes
Their mouths are watering with lots and lots of thirst
They want to go to their homes and meet their mums and dads
And hug them like they never ever had

Updated 27th May 2011

Polly Bad Show by Richard Leach

Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea

Sukey turn it off again,
Sukey turn it off again,
Sukey turn it off again,
There's no electricity

The Sun We Love by Lily (aged 9)

Sparkling sun, shining so brightly
like a dazzling disco ball.
Put your sun cream on or get burnt to a crisp.
Oh beautiful sun, so yellow and golden,
it gives us warmth and heat.

Oh, we love the sun.

Leaves (a Haiku) by Sinéad Corbett (aged 10)

Leaves are very green
Need a long word to survive
Photosynthesis

Peter Pond's Perfect Pet Shop by Macy Watson (aged 11)

In Peter Pond's Perfect Pet Shop you'll find:
Harry hamster eating food
Henrietta hamster making her bed
Hilary hamster in a bad mood
Henry hamster talking to Fred

Lilac lizard having a clean
Lulu lizard eating an egg
Liam lizard growing a bean
Luke lizard itching his leg

Billy budgie pecking his mate
Banana budgie baking a cake
Blue budgie who is never late
Becci budgie swimming in the lake

Gerald guinea pig picking his nose
Georgina guinea pig drinking water
George guinea pig spraying a hose
Gertrude guinea pig kissing her daughter

So come down to Pete Pond's Perfect Pet Shop today!

(Hi Macy. Hope you're practising your high wire act!- RS)

Swimming by Lily (aged 9)

Swimming is an energetic sport,
the pool is as big as a tennis court,
so push on,
lap everyone,
speeding at your fastest limit,
oh very well done!
Learn back stroke, breast stroke and front crawl,
they're all tremendously hard.
Give it all you have got,
reach your jackpot,
learn the best technique!

Me by Ben (aged 9)

Me, me on the sea
floating around in a cup of tea.
Me, me on the floor.
Listen to the lion's roar.

Baseball by Tanner (Year 6)

The pitcher throws a bullet
Hitting the bat with force.
With a big bash the bullet to the sky.
I run as if my life depended on it
When I pass four bases, I also run on fifth
After all, we won the battle of baseball.

Dolphins by Ben (aged 9)

Dolphin, dolphin in the sea
jumping up and down for me.
We'll have loads and loads of fun
underneath the midday sun.

Moon by Reubin (Year 6)

A mirror, the moon hangs in the sky,
For an endless journey around the Earth,
A large white balloon in space,
A large snowball flying in space,
It's a white bottle cap,
Thrown from a different galaxy,
The moon is a white butler,
Serving day and night to the Earth.

Snowflakes Fall Gently by Ben (aged 9)

Snowflakes fall gently
slowly, softly in the sky
They melt on my face

Emotions by St Margaret's Primary School, Montrose, Scotland. (aged 9 - 11)

Love is as pink as a rose
It tastes like warm melted chocolate
It smells like scented candles
It looks like a bench by the sea
It sounds like an owl hooting
It feels like warm hands wrapped around you.

Anger is red like a roaring fire
It tastes like hot poison
It smells like a hot stuffy room
It looks like a fight in the street
It sounds like loud yelling in the night
It feels like a hot spark exploding inside you

Happiness is bright and colourful
It tastes like sweet ice-cream
It smells like golden butter cups
It looks like the brightest stars in the sky
It sounds like joyful music
It feels like being in a land of smiling people

Ice-skating by Lily (aged 9)

Slip over on the slushy ice,
whizz around the ice ring,
ping from corner to corner,
show of your amazing tricks.
You tumble and dread it,
dark red, blood trickling from your leg,
oh, the pain.

Heathly Food Names by Lily (aged 9)

Food in the kitchen,
fruit there,
there's mad Ms Mary Melon
and flavoured fantastic Fred Fube.
Marvellous magical maths magician Marvin Mango,
and last but not least,
brilliant brainy Brian Blueberry!

Fun Facts by Gloria (aged 10)

In China
You'll see everyone at the spa.
In America,
You'll see people dancing the cha cha cha.
In Japan,
Their size is just a wing span.
In Hawaii,
There's a freaking melody.
In Libya,
They sang, "Tra-la-la-la-la!"

A Week by Eunice Hung (aged 10)

Monday is the first week day,
It is the end of holiday.
Tuesday is a trip day,
When we trip to the bay.

Wednesday is a musical day,
I can play my recorder always.
Thursday is a sport day,
Sport - hooray!

Friday is a fantastic day,
I can go to the park to play.
Saturday is play day,
I can visit my friend's pet, Kay.

Sunday is the church day,
And also test my mirror maze with ray.
Then it's back to Monday,
And there comes the next week day.

Raindrops by Lily (aged 9)

Raindrops here,
Raindrops there,
get dripping wet,
get sprinkled on,
puddles small,
puddles big,
oh thank you, Lord,
for our wonderful rain.

Updated 12th May

Blue by James Milliner (aged 10)

Blue is the colour of sky
Blue is the colour of deep water
Blue is a dolphin's eye
Blue is the colour of crying
Blue is the colour of sadness
Blue is the colour of a sigh

The Treasure by Eunice Hung (aged 9)

The last special treasure
Is now hidden for sure.
To find this secret,
You need to buy the ticket.

After taking the train,
There comes a white rain.
Follow the unicorn
To the place it was born.

Then comes three tests,
First, try your best.
Then, do not scare,
And last, do not care.

After finding the present,
Every one will be pleasant.
This is a priceless gift.
Do you know what is it?

Updated 12th April

Tiger's Eye by Joseph Ward-Langman (aged 7)

The whirlpool of colour, the translucent glare,
Its wonders are above any lovely lion cub,
The cold glossy texture is a tiger's stare,
The mysterious colouring,
The demonic glare,
Make this stone so very rare.

Zippy the Dolphin by Harry (aged 10)

Zips through the water like a torpedo
Swirls, spins, swims,
Weaving in and out
Squeak, squeak, click, click,
Playful as a puppy
Splashing the excited crowd

Bouncing off the Windows by Hannah (aged 9)

I'm bouncing off the windows.
I'm bouncing off the walls.
I'm feeling like my feet are made
of bouncing rubber balls.

I'm running like I'm crazy.
I'm running like I'm mad.
I might seem like a lunatic
but, boy, I'm feeling glad.

When I Was Small by Gloria (aged 10)

When I was small
I hit the ball.
It flew to the mall
Until next year's Fall.

When I was small,
I went to the stall.
I made a horse tall
And I called him Paul.

When I was small
I stayed in the hall.
I gave mom a call,
And she says I'm LOL.

When I was small
I hit my head to the wall.
But now I'm big
And so that's all.

A Home Called Nest by Kabir Nagrecha (aged 7)

Birds, birds, stick by stick
Make a nest by their pick

Sometimes they nick twig or stick
Tested by their strong beak

When the birds are up in the sky
And the chicks cannot fly

The nest will protect little hatchlings
From anything bad happening

Dogs v Cats by Crystal (aged 10)

Dogs
Zippy, royal
Gobbling, jumping, running
Shaking tails, 4 legged, animal, pets
Scratching, sleeping, stretching
Lazy, softy
Cats

Grandmother's Song by Kate Kennedy (aged 10)

Brothers, Oh Brothers now don't be a pain
Sisters, Oh Sisters now don't be the same,
Mothers, Oh mothers and Fathers too,
These are you're children, a part of you,
Evil, Oh, Evil yes naughty you all are
While you still insist on them each being a superstar,
But Mothers and Brothers and Fathers and Girls
Calm down the lot of you, you have my brain in twirls
An elderly lady such as me or our mothers
Were crazy enough to have sisters and brothers
Now we realise, raise our eyes to the high sky
That you lot really aren't worth the trouble,
Of cooking toast that you're all trying to juggle
I'm not just talking about the kids,
My children are just as bad
As the spoilt little brats that turn into rats
On the television screen - I'll go mad

Crazy Dad, Naughty Fred by Eunice Hung (aged 9)

This is a story of Fred.
Ben is Fred's dad.
Sometimes he is mad.
Today he said,
"You are bad,
That's makes me mad!
I am a little bit sad,
To be your dad."

Updated 30th March 2011

My Bed Really Is A Sailing Ship by Athena Wong (aged 10)

My bed is like a sailing ship,
when I'm tucked in, I take a trip.
I leave behind my busy day,
and sail to places far away.

Blue by Helen (aged 9)

Blue is the color of the shimmering sapphire.
Blue is the color of the mysterious ocean.
Blue makes me feel sad and lonely.
Blue makes me think of Winter.
Blue is the color of the beautiful sky.
Blue makes me think of a blizzard.
Blue represent coldness.
Blue is my favorite color!

My Dad by Crystal (aged 10)

Marco Ma is my Dad,
he never felt sad.

I think he's handsome, but he's got white hair,
I think this dad is really fair.

He loves to plant flowers,
and he always sleeps for hours.

Dumb Old Broom by Eric Breum (aged 9)

I shoudn't have that dumb old broom
I tried to sweep and it went BOOM.
My sister heard that noise of doom
As the explosion of her room.

That Boy by Beatrice (aged 10)

The boy that "all" girls hate
The boy is very mean,
He is a smart,
But I don't think he is good at art.

He is the prize master,
Also the honor owner.
All the schoolmates know him,
The teacher knows he's not dim.

He is the one who sits beside us,
He is the one whom we discuss.
Do you want to know who is he?
He is the one that we always see.

Dolphins by Crystal (aged 10)

Dolphins are very kind
Oh, they are very smart
Love to eat fishes
Perfect swimmers
Hobbies are jumping up in the water
In fact, they're killed by humans
No more dolphins if you don't rescue them

Fruit Banana by Athena Wong (aged 10)

Fruit Bananas
also have a nickname called Bunlala.
Bananas can be in red, green or yellow
but never eat beside your pillow.

Poor Fred by Hailey Breum (aged 7)

Fred went to bed.
He bonked his head.
He heard that Ted was dead.
He was so sad. He felt so bad.
He went to tell his dad.

Super Moon by Ruchika Sontenam (aged 11)

The astonishing super moon
It better had come soon
I guess it is in the afternoon
and it's definitely a full moon

Oh moon, oh moon
why earth, it cannot give birth,
please leave us!

It can invite destruction
then the world will have reductions
and the humans have a new production
to build new constructions

Oh moon, oh moon
why earth, it cannot give birth,
please leave us!

the moon is coming closer
the moon is bringing collisions
this is major
how can we make decisions?

Oh moon, oh moon
why earth, it cannot give birth,
please leave us!

Party by Eunice Hung (aged 9)

When it is Easter
Make an Easter egg.
When it's summer,
Party's always noisy like a zoo,
Then comes autumn,
On Halloween, kids say "boo!"

When you play snow fight,
drink hot chocolate at night.
After the snow
Let's have a puppet show!

Happy new year,
The old calendar, tear it up.
Write down the new party date,
Don't be late!

Updated 14th March 2011

G by Gloria (aged 9)

G is the first letter of my name,
G is the first letter of girl,
G is the 7th letter of the alphabet,
And...
G is my favourite letter!

Poor Dolphins by Katie Abozid (aged 11)

Down came the net, trapped them,
Frightened and frustrated they were,
Having to perform to impress,
In a pool with so much mess,
Not getting tricks if a trick goes wrong,
Soft and smooth the dolphins are,
So talented and cute,
The dolphins as huge as whales,
With intelligent eyes,
Spectacular tricks they can do,
Scared, hungry, cold, lonely the poor things are,
Why would you want to trap such
Cute animals like these?
How would you feel if it was you?

Two poems by Jenny, Vanessa, Mike and Cedric (aged 9)

Templeton
fussy, clumsy
searching, eating, sleeping
shy, young, curious, smart
playing, learning, dancing
beautiful, blissful
Vanessa

Fern
adorable, careful
loving, feeding, caring
animal-lover, students, children, humans
playing, shouting, swinging
careless, rude
Avery

My Favorite Teacher by Beatrice (aged 10)

Motherly
Ideal teacher
Sensitive
Solicitous

Friendly
Energetic
Neighbourly
Good natured

Cruel Chef by Gloria (aged 9)

That chef is very cruel,
Do you know why?
Because he...
Beat the eggs and whips the cream,
Now you know why!

Never Allowed Back by Alice Finnegan (aged 10)

Dolphins, trying to swim free, less and less, it's cruelty!
Do you know how I feel?
Muzzled, skinned for my skin, soft as silk, warm and dry and
then he leaves me, to die...
A cruel biped comes along and tracks me down. It's pure wrong!
My skin's made for me - and not for you, so stop hunting us
or we will no longer be with you.
I am trapped in nets held back in and not allowed to go back
in!
My habitat is water not on the dry floor.
How would you feel if you were, me - taken away, from your
home and family.
Not allowed back in, on your own, so now can you please let
me go?
I am the Angel in the sea so stop hunting me!

The Eve of Battle by Alexander Arias (aged 12)

So comes the eve of battle,
The final task is nigh,
As every life the tale has touched
Raise souls up to the sky,
As all both wise and clueless
Who were destined from the start
To play a role in Fate's hand,
Connected to one heart,
Share a solemn moment
To remember one they knew:
Scattered world over,
Lost into the sky's deep blue.
So comes the eve of battle,
The final, fateful fight;
The hour draws ever closer,
As sunset turns to night.
The time to part or to back down
Looms nearer into view:
The test of whether destiny
Can conquer friendship's glue.

Horrific Days by Rowan Johnson (aged 11)

I was so happy and healthy
I ran around and laughed
My owner started drinking
And never took a bath.

The pain was dreadful
The bruises the scars
I really hate my owner
He's only interested in cars.

I'm in the cold ,the rain, the snow,
the sun is horrible too
I gnaw my fur
The blood as red as a cherry-red Ferrari

It pores out. My owner attacks.
My life is gone to the heavens
I'm sad to say I'm dead
My owner will never hurt me again.

Gloria Hong by Gloria (aged 9)

Gloria Hong is my full name
Lollipops are my favourite!
Oranges are too sour for me
Racing cars are my dream car
If I had an ice-cream, I would have vanilla
Amazing skills of singing

Hong Kong is my home
Orchid is my favourite flower
Nothing can stop me
Get everybody moving!

Oh! Where is My Daffodil? by Anastasia Jane Gray (aged 8)

I weep to see my daffodil disappear
It was so bright and clear
I watched it every year
It told me when spring was here
I can't wait for spring next year
To see my daffodil spring right here

Kieran Baker by Kieran Baker (aged 10)

keeper
intelligent
energetic
raving
amazing
nice

brother
abracadabra
keen
eager
raving

I'm Not Frightened of Pussy Cats by Cory Adam (aged 8)

I'm not frightened of pussy cats,
They only eat up mice and rats,
But a hippopotamus
Could eat the lot of us.

Escape by Athena Wong (aged 10)

A duck jumped from a tree,
He hit a chicken with a tea.
The chicken was angry,
The duck was happy.

They started their fight,
Until someone turned on the light.
The duck jumped out from the window.
The shadow saw his shadow.

The Prey Catcher by Rory Jones (aged 10)

Eagles fly, they don't peck
They're meant to fly and stretch their neck.

They stretch their wings and fly away.
They can catch their prey any day.

Eagles hover, fly and drift.
A fish from the sea is a big gift.

They locate their prey and it's as silent as a spy.
for it's found its prey with its big round eye!

Bing by Klaudia Szofer (aged 9)

I have this thing called bing
He likes making noises of ding
He likes eating pies
But after he only tells lies
What shall we do with this thing
He has a lock on his face
And in his base
But he is only my thing

Finch by Gloria (aged 9)

Finch is my favourite bird
It's our group's name
Nothing can stop us
Catch us if you can
Hi Five for everyone!

If I Was by Gloria (aged 9)

If I was an ant
I would steal foods from humans.
But
I could be stepped by humans!
So no, no, no.

If I was an elephant
I would eat peanuts everyday.
But
I could be hunted by humans!
So no, no, no.

If I was a fish
I would swim freely.
But
I could be eaten by sharks!
So no, no, no.

If I was a polar bear,
I would sleep everyday.
But
I could die if the ice melts!
So,
I rather be a human.

The Wiggle-woggle by Cory Adam (aged 8)

The wiggle-woggle said,
"When I'm standing on my head,
I can see the coast of China
And it's very, very red".

Updated 18th Feb 2011

My Best Friend by Beatrice (aged 9)

My friend has a long hair
We meet at the funfair
She has a small mouth
And she is very couth

Now she is in my class
And she is wearing her glass
Her height is same as me
Since she had scared the bee

She has a hamster
She love Easter
She like to read book
She know how to cook

The Piranha by George Aston (aged 9)

The Piranha's teeth are as sharp as a knife
The Piranha turns as quick as a bolt
He gets camouflaged in dark and deep water
The Piranha gets closer to his prey
As the fish swims
He quickly attacks the prey
It's dead
The Piranha is bloody.

Diamante Poem by Cheryl Hung (aged 9)

Angel
Nice, Pretty
Flying, Teaching, Helping
Own home, Nice clothes, Simple, Cartoon people
Hurting, Deviling, Punching
Bad, Scary
Monster

A Nonsense Poem by Francesca Dymock-Budd (aged 8)

According to me you are a pea
in a pod
with my chimpanzee

And when you jump out
so happily
we will run and get tea

Falling by Aliya K. (aged 11)

It all happens so fast,
The mistake.
The skipped heartbeat, the sickening feeling in your stomach,
The pain.
You've just fallen off a horse for the first time.
You stand up dizzily thinking it was a dream.
It wasn't.
Your first thoughts are, "Where's my horse?"
Your vision clears and you see him staring at you.
Staring at you with those big, beautiful eyes.
You're scared to get back on, but the horse pleads you with those eyes.
Then you feel the majestic rhythm as your horses strides.
You feel like you're riding the wind, racing the eagles.
You love it.
After all, you're never a true rider until you experience falling off.

Killer Predator by Ankita Bhattacharjee (aged 9)

His claws are as vicious as a pointy nail
His growl is as loud as a lion's roar
He is brave, scary and a powerful killer
Deadly and mighty the furry, ferocious beast hunts
Dangerously cruel he is an evil cougar
Sneaky while he hunts
Killer jaws and claws
The cougar hungrily searches for prey
Soft, scary cougar zooms, finally finding his prey
Horridly killing his fast food with his sharp claws
Ripping it apart
He is as black as a broken television

Elevated Thought by Richard Leach

My teacher said Australia's
An island in the sea
But I can make two in the bath
Just lifting up my knees.

Updated 4th Feb 2011

Killer Predator by Ankita Bhattacharjee (aged 9)

His claws are as vicious as a pointy nail.
His growl is as loud as a lion's roar.
He is brave, scary and a powerful killer.
Deadly and mighty,
The furry, ferocious beast hunts.
Dangerously cruel, he is an evil cougar.
Sneaky while he hunts,
With killer jaws and claws.
The cougar hungrily searches for prey.
Soft, scary, cougar zooms,
Finally finding it's prey,
Horridly killing his food quickly with his sharp claws,
Ripping it apart.
He is as black as a broken television.

Parents by Bernice (aged 10)

Dad
strong , smart
snoring , thinking , reading
parent , family , couple , adult
dressing , shopping , cooking
gentle , beautiful
Mom

Australia by Hugo Chong (aged 10)

A lot of sea food to eat.
Usually see koala.
Speak in English.
Take photo of kangaroo.
Run to the beach to see a beautiful view.
A good place to swim.
In the sea of Australia there are a lot of sharks
Lots of people
Wombats.
Australia is a hot place.

The Leopard by Lewis Herbert (aged 9)

The fast ferocious prey hunter locks on to its target.
And the chase is on.
His target is not fast, but has a lot of stamina.

The prey hunter pounces at his target.
And takes a chunk.
He starts to slow down.
He pounces one more time knowing its death is beckoning.

The Fearsome Lizard by Logan Mee (aged 9)

The fierce freaky beast is like a dinosaur.
Mysterious beady eyes watching hungrily
Ready to catch its prey
The sharp claws are like knives.
That speedy tail is swaying as it catches its prey.
Gleaming shining teeth are like razors
Slimy deadly forked tongue is like a snake
Slithering across its mouth.
Running across the bush.

The Wonderful Thing! by Demi Marks (aged 8)

As I was walking in to dark and scary woods.
I saw a circle, I thought it was a wizard's entrance
As I was walking, the cold damp freezing air was knocking at my cheeks
Up in the dark sky the clouds forming together in a ghost-like figure
A sign in the sky, like a new king is born
Frosty flake on the car like a giant ice-cream cone
It was so wonderful, a land full of ice-cream.
Dogs licking his lips whilst gazing at the giant ice-cream.
When I woke up I realised it was a dream

Snowy Winter Days by Lucy Easterby (aged 9)

It was so calm that I felt
silently dawn break into moody
thunder and sunlight create a
scene into the sky like a one eyed alien.

It was so still that I imagined a damp
breath turn into shattering ice
and a blanket of white snow
just lying there like a useless carpet.

It was so chancing that I sensed
uncomfortable seeing soldiers in a war.
Icy footprints, they're leaving to fight.

It was so cold that I shivered, silent as heaven
and it was so bare that the snow cracked into ice.

Water to Land by Sabrina Chow (aged 9)

Water
Beautiful, Peaceful
Sailing, boating, fishing
Animals, rocks, plants, nature
Walking, driving, running
wonderful, beautiful
Land

Me by Vanessa (aged 9)

Vanessa is my name
Alligator is very scary to Vanessa
Nightingale is my favourite bird
Excellence
Strive for excellence at school
Sprite is my pony friend
Ankylosaurus is my favourite dinosaur.

To Boot by Richard Leach

There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe
Though why she lived there
I can't fathom, can you?

I mean, it'd be dark
And all sweaty and smelly
And there'd be no computers
Or even a telly.

And even if that
Weren't annoying enough,
You'd have to eat labels
Or balls of sock fluff.

How could she have fit, anyway?
Was she teeny?
Or was she related
To Harry Houdini?

And even if she could
In cold wind she would freeze.
Still, perhaps it would waft out
The smell of old cheese.

The Lion by Kristie Jones (aged 9)

Scary sneaks and scanning
Standing like a king
His mane shining in the scorching sun
He's scanning the savannah
He is lonely, his teeth like a sharp knife waiting for his prey
His roar like a car's engine, his prey is waiting for him
Unlucky, he misses his target
Speedily his legs as fast as a shooting star
He gets closer and closer to his victim.

The Lion by Toby Hagues (aged 9)

Deadly and dangerous it waits for its prey
His stripy skin camouflages him in the Savannah
He runs as fast as the Eurostar
The wild animal spots his prey and the chase begins
The fierce creature never takes his eye off his prey
His fury mane waves in the strong wind
His powerful paws pounce on the soft, silky soil
The prey surrenders
The lion tears its prey to shreds.

Pony by Vanessa (aged 9)

Pony is my favourite animal
On the track she'll run very fast
No one can hurt her
Yo-yo is her name

Mother by Beatrice (aged 9)

She is nice and generous,
cooking in the kitchen,
She is glad and kind,

Shopping Madness by Megan Hough (aged 11)

People are dashing through the centre,
trying to get in the sale and enter.
The smell of hot dogs drifting away,
however everyone wants to go to the buffet.
The sound of the builders digging away ,
despite the fact they want to play.
BANG BANG the hammer goes BANG!
However the hammer hits a gang.

Taxis all beeping at me,
however the taxis were not free.
Wonderful wetness of waterfall,
next to the large stone wall.
The sun was hotter than a fire,
it would even burn a tyre.

Buses driving quickly through the large lane,
therefore it was such a pain.
The miserable men were feeding the beautiful birds,
in the end they realised they were in the muddy dirt.
And the noisy children were quietly talking
about what they saw skidding around town.

Hamster by Beatrice (aged 9)

Hamster did not eat the mice
You can teach them to roll the dice,
It can play with tiny lice,
The winner can get three cool ices.

If you don't make it glad,
It will be so mad,
If it ask you where is her dad?
Don't answer her she'll feel sad.

Updated January 19th 2011

The Grey Sky Calls for Light by Rhiannon McCormack (aged 8)

It was so calm that I heard a crunch of snow
Let happy heaven break free.

It was so quiet
I stood like a frozen rock statue.

It was so peaceful
My heart filled with joy all because of a pinch of cream sky.

It was so still
My happiness filled the gloomy grey sky and gave light

Summer by Avery V. (aged 8)

I like hot days
hot days, sweet is what you got days
bugs buzzin' from cousin to cousin
juices drippin' running and ripping
catch the one you love days
birds peeping, old men sleeping lazy days
daisies lay beaming and dreaming of hot days
hot days, sweet is what you got days

A Snowy Day by Toby Hagues (aged 9)

It was so quiet that I heard
the shuffling of the trees get quieter
the crunching of the snow was quiet
the dark green trees stopped rustling

It was so cold that
my toes and fingers glowed
the frosted flakes turned into ice balls
the frozen snow got colder

It was so silent that I heard
the annoying white flakes falling from the sky
and the fresh air whizzing around me
the crunching of the snow got quieter

It was so calm that I felt
the annoying white flakes falling
the air bursting through the
holes in the sky.

Mount Everest by Aabis Hussain (aged 11)

I destroy the helpless and cruel climbers that try to climb my apex
In the moonlight fairies gambol on my snowy slopes,
When I peep above the clouds I can smell heaven full of fragrant flowers,
When I'm infuriated I make a thunderous avalanche,
When I sleep clouds are a soft and fluffy blanket for me,
But I feel weepy when I think I'm lonely here,

Poem by Ben Kingston (aged 8)

Go on, open the door,
Even if there's only
A big battleship
Deploying men on to white sand.

Go on, open the door,
Even if there's only
A tank firing from its big gun
And its camouflaged body.

Go on, open the door,
Even if there's only
A field of dead people
With their guns lying on the floor.

Go on, open the door,
Even if there's only
A field of graves
With description on the stone.

Frosty Woods by Ankita Bhattacharjee (aged 9)

It was so frosty that I froze from my damp smoky breath.
The freezing trees breathed cold air.
Fresh cold air whispered out damp breath.
It was so calm that I sensed the trees crunching in the snow
And branches making crumbly footsteps.
The crunching snow swaying and shuffling the trees and branches.
It was so peaceful that I heard the twinkling sun burst
As the bright moody clouds shone light.
The shining light was coming from my body.
It was so cold that I felt the gloomy glow blow my hair moodily.
The sun blew fresh freezing air in my face silently.

DJ Cat by Dulmi Manage (aged 9)

My cat is as cool as a DJ.
My cat is as cool as a block of ice
My cat can dance like a DJ
Wearing headphones on his head.

The Best Snowman by Kaylyn Hicks

Roll up a big ball of snow,
That way the base won't blow.
The next is smaller
It will make it taller
Now the body is done.
Let us now have the fun
A carrot for a nose,
But we won't put any toes.
A scarf made of wool
A dotted mouth made of coal
So we have made a plan
To make the best snowman!

The Joyful Season by Richard Leach

Each May or June get out balloons
And everybody cheer
For Spring is done, it's time for fun
As summertime is here.

Cold weather has now packed its bags
And flown to foreign shores
No need to dread to leave your bed
To face the harsh outdoors.

So step outside and chase and slide
And tumble in the daisies
Ride on your bike, do what you like,
No if, or but or maybes.

Don't worry if the weatherman
Says rain within the hour
Just go and rush with soap and brush
Take an al fresco shower.

Then when the sun peeps out its head
Pick up your towel and run
Race down the street, tell all you meet
That summer has begun.

The Monkeys and the Birds by Dulmi Manage (aged 9)

The monkeys can swing
and they can cling.

The birds have a beak so
they could speak.

The monkeys get a friend beaver
when the birds get a fever.

The Monster World by Aabis Hussain (aged 11)

Far away,
In a world of monsters below the Earth,
A one-eyed monster stood,
Ordering a triple-decker bus,
In the colossal monster hotel,
The monster was ready
To begin his meal

Anyone for Dinner? by Richard Leach

Wilfred was a polar bear
Who liked to eat explorers
Those bearded sorts who dock in ports
Then cross Antarctic borders.

While Hetty was a Yeti
Who was partial to rock-climbers
But couldn't catch young mountaineers
So settled for old-timers.

Now Mark was a big bull shark
Who just couldn't get his fill
Of scuba divers and their gear,
Though the latter made him ill.

Sharp Abel was a Bigfoot
Who would hide behind a tree
And pounce out on photographers
Who he'd then have for tea.

But of all these scary leviathans
Of truthfulness or fable
None feast with a sound like the Baskerville Hound
Or like dad at the dinner table.

Updated 5th January 2010

A Spotted Suzuki by Joseph Ward-Langman (aged 7)

A spotted suzuki,
A zooming flash,
Yet elegance I see
In your innocent leap.
I see the talent,
I see the pride,
I see the pain in your prey's eyes.
Yet I see the might,
I see the fire,
As your kind rises higher.

Snow or Never by Richard Leach

Snow falls down from up above
And settles on the ground.
It's fairylike, not hairy-like,
And muffles every sound.

So wonder at its loveliness
And all you children rush
Slide on your sleighs, have happy days,
Before it turns to slush.

A Line Breaker by Richard Leach

One, two, three, four, five
I caught a Haiku alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because four lines is a no go
But then, who has the right
To tell me how many lines to write?

Happy New Year 2011

I Am the Water by Hailie Higgins (aged 11)

I tumble from my cloud to vast places full of my kind
I look and mirror the things that I see
I dance and ripple and I slow anything that crosses my path
I am a drink that trickles up tree roots
I stretch out to the leaves, nourishing and enriching all
The sun beats down and I suddenly fly into the air waiting to come again
I sadly fly away

Ants by Joseph Ward-Langman (aged 7)

The magnificent flash of black in the light,
The ethereal whisper of tiny feet,
An army of soldiers, courageous and malicious, small, but strong.
They strive above many other creatures, with beauty and love,
The one creature that the spider fears, its silent footsteps
Oh so strike fear, into the hearts of many a brave creature.

Gr8 Eggspectations by Richard Leach

U 8 12 N's X I C
N U 8 M 4 T.
Y F U E 10 12 N's X?
4 I M M T, C!

The Ghost Upstairs by Richard Leach

Upstairs there lives a naughty ghost
Who really should be chided.
He always messes up my room
Just after I have tidied.

Whenever I get washed for bed
He's sly and underhand
And takes the toothpaste from the brush,
Which he puts in the stand.

Each time I study for my tests
Just when I think he's gone
He comes and closes all my books
And turns the TV on.

I told my parents not to fret
And I'll try to make him leave
But it may take a little time
For this to be achieved.

My dad said," Patience is required,
But the mischief, I can feel it.
So, I'd best not give you pocket money
As the ghost would surely steal it."

Updated 10th Dec 2010

Snow by Hannah (aged 11)

Snow is as white as a sheet
It forms a glacial blanket over the sleeping flowers
Keeping them snug and warm.

Children dance.
Fairies in the wind, as flakes drift onto their hats.

Babies babble, birds bob,
A winter wonderland in the making.

Snow, like polar bear's fur,
Wanders through the shivering trees.

A Haiku for My Cheesy Bug by Richard Leach

Here is a haiku
Just to say I still like you
Although you're a louse.

Nature by Myra Volkmann (aged 12)

The scarlet rocks are surrounding me;
It is all as it is going to be;
Only one can dare to embrace;
The black and white will flee.
Nothing will ever try to replace
Natures beautiful and perfect grace;
The trees and flowers will defeat
Mankind, here to ruin the place.
Only itself can ever complete;
The wild and soundly heartbeat
Of the birds and the deer
We can never learn to compete.
The sound of the valley you hear
Is the sound of the trees far and near;
The October sky is so clear;
There is nothing now, to fear.

My Sport by Kristen Hatem (aged 12)

Volleyball is my sport
Our whole team plays their best
Logan is number one
Let's all scream and cheer
Every time we get a point
You all know we can do it
But we have to play our best
All the time
Let's go Logan
Let's go!

Sleepover by Olivia E, Jaden and Hannah (aged 8, 8 and 9)

Oh how I remember
that sleepover
Oh how I remember
what we did together
Pillow fights, what a night
ghost stories all night,
how they gave me a fright
Sleeping together
I will always remember
that sleepover

Meeting Marley by Luke (aged 10)

Chattering chains scrape along the spooky cellar floor
Blazing blizzard in the scary cellar
Darkness was blinding him
He could taste the metal of the chattering chains

He felt the wood burning
He could taste the silence
He could hear the ghost coming closer

He heard the ghastly ghost
He heard the chains clanking
Feeling as scared as a squirrel
Marley had arrived.

Unhappy Jackie by Richard Leach

Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
Nibbling an old piece of cake.
He mumbled and grumbled
As the tough, stale bits tumbled
That his author had made a mistake.

Snow Is So Awesomely Cool by James (aged 10)

Snow is thrill and excitement.
Snow is joy and fun.
Snow is laughter and playing.
Snow is oh so amazing.

Snow is petting with snowballs.
Snow is building a snowman.
Snow is playing with a toboggan.
Snow is what I call fun.

Snow is as cold as a freezer
Snow is what gets you off school
Snow is as white as the clouds
Snow is so awesomely cool

Oh Such a Wonderful World by Sitara Bagnulo (aged 10)

Oh such a smell…
As the smell of the sea floats on the breeze
And mixes in with the smell of the sweet red rose
The smell of sunflowers and blue bells of my sister
Oh such a smell…, such a smell…, such a smell.

Oh such a taste…
The taste of ice cream on a warm day at the beach
A picnic near some sweet flowers
Blue and yellow icing on cake that will crumble brown sugar in your mouth
Oh such a taste…, such a taste.., such a taste.

Oh such a sight…
The sparkling blue green sea shining in the sun
The delicate sweet wee red petal of a rose
Blues and yellows of small and large blue bells and sun flowers
Oh such a sight…, such a sight.., such a sight.

Oh such a sound…
The waves thundering and pounding on the sandy beach
The gentle breeze blowing through a patch of daffodil as they float into the sky
The rustling of a weeping willow listening to the ever flowing gentle river floating by
Oh such a sound…, such a sound…, such a sound.

Oh such a touch …
The beautiful, warm floating sea
The soft delicate petal of a red rose
Jingly blue bells and the rough inside of a sunflower
Oh such a touch …, such a touch…, such a touch.

Oh such a world …
Of beautiful things like the beautiful sea and the gentle river
Or the delicate rose, the long weeping willow,
Small and fragile, big and rough bluebells and sunflowers
Oh such a world …, such a world …, such a world.

Mandy by Lily (aged 8)

Mandy is very handy
She likes her candy,
We call her Candy Mandy
Her dad addy likes drinking shandy
With her mum stuck calling Mandy:
Pandy Mandy!

The Land of Sugardrop by Aaliyah (aged 11)

I fell through a sugary strawberry lace on my way to school
And found myself in a land that was full of medieval mints that were cool
Some of them were sweet and some of them were sour
A few of them contained grass but most of them were made with flour
I saw chocolate buttons shimmering in the murky tin
While Haribo rappers played blinds man's bluff with the bin
I don't think it was a jawbreaker but it's so hard to gobstop
For nothing is quite what it seems in the land called SUGARDROP!

The Best Medicine by Richard Leach

Doctor Foster went to Gloucester
With his good friend Doctor Who.
Doctor Jekyll then joined them
With Doctor Watson behind him
And they all had a bit of a do.

Snow by Maleehah (aged 10)

Smiles fill the air as the soft snow drifts from the sky
Noses are red as Rudolph's when the sloppy snow falls
Open the door, run outside and see the snow, jump inside!
Why feel blue when you can play in the smiling snow?

The Teacher's Pet by Richard Leach

Jimmy is the teacher's pet
He really crawls around her.
Whenever you see Miss Claudette
There's Jimmy right behind her.

Our teacher is a busy bee
You'll always see her hurrying
And when you see her doing this
You'll see young Jimmy scurrying.

Even though he hangs around
She calls him Thingamajig
Which doesn't bother Jimmy none
As he's just an earwig.

Fool School Hell by Scarlett (aged 11)

I fell through my pencil case on my way to school,
And found myself in a land full of teachers with rules,
Some of them were angles and some of them were ghouls,
A few of them were clever but most of them were fools,
I saw books shimmering in the murky mirror,
While the dinner lady played blind man's bluff with my teacher's dinner,
I don't think I was dreaming but it's so hard to tell
For nothing is quite what it seems in the land called
Fool School Hell.

My Snow Poem by Megan (aged 11)

It's snowing, it's snowing!
The time is here,
It's snowing, it's snowing,
Come on everyone dance and cheer.
Everybody come and see,
It's as white as milk or a polar bear
As white as a pearl or cloud
It's snowing ,it's snowing, it's snowing, it's snowing
Everyone shout out loud
King of the cold
Queen of the ice
As fluffy as ice cream, as soft as candyfloss
Snowmen, snow angels, snowball fights too,
It's a winter wonderland out there
I'm having fun so why don't you!

The Cake on the Way to School by Josh (aged 10)

I fell through a creamy cake on the way to school.
And found myself in a land that was full of cakes.
Some of them were delicious doughnuts
But most of them were cheeky chocolate.
I saw the yolk shimmering in the cake mixture.
While funny flour played blind man's bluff with simple sugar
I don't think I was Mr Mean but it's so hard to make funny flour and simple sugar mix.
For nothing is quite what it seems in land called,
Your Baking ("Mmm cakes").

My Snow Poem! by Nathan (aged 11)

Snow is as white as fresh milk
Snow is as slippery as spilt oil
Snow is as fun as playing bowling, and winning
Snow is as fluffy as a lion's mane
Snow is as cold as a frozen fish, under- 20 degrees
Snow v Wind and Wind wins
Looks like snow is the prisoner for the wind!

Funny Facts by Hassan (aged 10)

People in France
Never wear pants

When they dance in Peru
They chew
Two hours later they go to the loo

People in Spain
Are a real pain
Because they've got no brain!

Chile
Has a man called Millie
Who is very silly

In Niger
People say "Figer"
When they see a tiger

Groovy Greeks
Have sneak peaks
Also, they have very red cheeks!

The World of Junaid by Junaid (aged 11)

All the likes and dislikes of Junaid

I saw the rain pitter patter on the roof
I saw Mohammed Ali driving a Ferrari
I saw my cousin playing on the PS3
I saw my dad watching a horror movie
I feel rough things when I sit on my chair
I feel scratchy stuff when I was blindfolded
I feel the snow melting through my cold hands
I feel my hair as silk as snake skin
I hear guns shooting in the war at Afghanistan
I hear music blasting out loud from my next door neighbour
I hear annoying people non-stop talking away
I hear screaming people down my ear
I smell the smelly mud from the ground
I smell the fish from the blue sea
I smell the minty Polos from my friend's pocket
I smell the melted chocolate from my kitchen!

Nonsense Poem by Zaynu (aged 10)

After going to the zoo,
Men in Peru,
Need to go to the loo.

People in Spain,
Have pain,
In their veins.

They boast,
In the Ivory Coast
About their toast.

In Pakistan,
A man,
Drives a van.

People in France,
Always dance,
In a trance.

If your a fan of Japan,
Then your a mad man.

My Snow Poem by Younis (aged 10)

Snow is drifting like a white Ferrari racing car
Snow is as white as a big polar bear
Snow is fun, it's like Chelsea beating United and City
Brrrr! Its freezing out there, it's like the world is turning into paper
The snow is like a big fluffy ice cream ready to eat and mess with.

Courageous Countries! by Alycia (aged 10)

In France, they don't wear pants, when they do a dance!
They eat mud, in Hollywood, oh yes they could!
In Pakistan, there was a man, to Greenland he ran!
Speedy Gonzalez said, "Let's go", in Mexico to a guy with an afro!
There's a dinner pill that made a kill, guess which one, Brazil!
In Australia, there's a girl called Kaylia who was a failure!
In Iraq, there was an attack by a wolf pack!
In Spain, I was in pain when I was driving a crane!

In A World of Nonsense by Daniel (aged 11)

People in France
Never wear pants
When they dance
In a world of nonsense

People in Peru
When they chew
Two hours later they go to the loo
In a world of nonsense

People in Spain
Are a real pain
Because they've got no brain
In a world of nonsense

In Madagascar
There's always a fiasco
When they've got no pasta
In a world of nonsense

In Australasia
People love Malaysia
Because they've got a big laser
In a world of nonsense.

Mr Moody by Charlotte (aged 11)

Mr Moody is always a grump
If you make him angry he always has a stump
His worst enemy is Mr Bump as he is full of lumps
Mr Moody is a United fan
But his next door to and City fan (I wonder what goes on over there)
He walks along the street shouting at folk
Saying you're so fat an ugly I'm surprised your mirror isn't broke
When he goes home he is an lonely man the only company he has is his rusty
Frying pan.

A Trip Through Australia by Nicola Hall (aged 11)

I fell through Australia on my way to school
And found myself in a land of complete and utter fools
Some of them were lazy and some of them were fun
A few of them were swearing, but most of them were saying 'Hi Hun'
I saw the one and only Gillian Mckeith shimmering in the murky pool
While Limbert and Kayla played blind mind's bluffs with their cooking tools
I hope I wasn't being nosey. But it seemed so hard not to peer
For nothing is quite what it seems in the land of I'm a celebrity get me out of here!

Nonsense! by Haider (aged 10)

In Spain
Always Bring a Pain
As they have no brain
In Japan
Popular to do the Can Can
Carrying a fan
The footballer Carew
Comes from Peru
Always feeling blue
A girl called Millie
Is always silly
Who comes from Chile
The great footballer Defoe
Likes Mexico
As it doesn't snow
In Jamaica
There is a baker
Who says, "Gillian McKeith is such a faker!"

Little Miss Jolly by Aram (aged 10)

I am always happy and act as curious clowns
People call to me, "SHE NEVER FROWNS!"
I walk through the park, past the trees
Flowers unscrunch their faces
And bees just screech!
My smile glares at me, like it's a mirror,
When I look at it, it makes me shimmer.
I'm always known for filling the room with smiles,
Also I am known for miles and miles!
My eyes flutter like birds wings,
And when the sun sees my face, she beautifully sings!
I have a pink bow on top of my head,
My colour is baby blue, and I'm bright they've said!

Fascinating Facts by William (aged 10)

Men in Brazil
Like to climb a hill
To get money to the till.
In Ghana
They use farmers
For their bananas.
People in Greece
Have large feet
Because they're geeks.
In the United States
They have lots of mates
And like to build gates>
People in France
Don't wear pants
When they dance.
Dorks,
In New York
Never use forks.
They're very flirty
In Turkey
By offering beef jerky.

Fun Facts: Nonsense by Adeel (aged 11)

People in Afghanistan
Always get band
For making up a gang.

Saudis have Audis
And sometimes
Fordies

The UK
Is always grey
When the trees sway.

Mr Spiteful! by Molly (aged 10)

Mr Spiteful is cruel and tight
If he sees someone he doesn't like
It's bound to end in a massive fight.
He walks around pulling tongues
Shouting at people and making 'longs'
The streets frown when he walks by.
He smells of rubbish and talks a lot
Watch out he's coming and he's full of snot.
"Stupid Spiteful" they all yell,
They hate him as much as Sats.
"We want you to run home crying,
Crying as if you have been bit by rats,
If you don't we'll through you because you are so horrid,
Down the drain, in the bin,
And then we can finally grin again!"

Fascinating Facts by Zahra (aged 10)

They jump like kangaroos,
In south Peru,
When they play kazoo.

Dorks,
In New York,
Never use forks.

Skill,
In Brazil,
Is used in a mill.

They're very flirty,
In Turkey,
By offering beef jerky.

They don't celebrate Hanukkah
In Florida,
But they do play the harmonica.

Snails,
In Wales,
Don't have tails.

Updated 25th November 2010

Rollercoaster by Thomas Leal (aged 8)

Rollercoaster, Rollercoaster zooming down the hill
going round the loop made me really, really ill.

Rollercoaster, Rollercoaster whizzing to the sky
now I'm feeling really brave, I wish that I could fly.

Rollercoaster, Rollercoaster shooting through the tunnel
in the dark, my eyes are shut, I feel I'm in a funnel.

Rollercoaster, Rollercoaster coming to an end
the whole experience is great when shared with my best friend.

Racism by Brogan Loudon (aged 11)

We're always prosecuted,
Bullied and hurt,
They break us from our families,
We have to work.

I feel so hurt,
I'm broken inside,
Why is fighting for our freedom
Such a crime?

In the Snow by Hannah and Olivia E (aged 8)

In the snow
Winter time running in the snow
Oh how it glows, oh oh oh
I love the snow.

Activities by Lily (aged 8)

A is for "absolutely amazing" archery
C is for "crazy-clown" cricket
T is for "terrible-Tudor" tennis
I is for "icy, ice-curling" ice-skating
V is for "vicious-Viking" volleyball
I is for "interesting injury" ice-hockey
T is for "time-travelling" table tennis
I is for "incredibly imaginative" igloo building
E is eager exciting elephant riding!
S is for "sudden-sight" swimming

The Frog by Kacey (aged 11)

The frog leaps high.
Its vast round eyes
stare at the diminutive fly.
Its tongue slips past its slimy skin,
shooting to catch the delicious fly.
Its dirty, damp smooth feet leap
and CRUNCH the fly has vanished!
Now it's satisfied,
it bounds off into the horizon!

I Have Friend by Chloe Davison (aged 8)

She is kind
Sometimes blind
Smells really nice
Just like rice
She hurts me but just as a joke
And she is crazy about coke
She keeps secret things
Like I have wings
We are best friends
and it will never end

The Polar Bear by Rebecca (aged 10)

A polar bear hunts.
Fur as white as snow,
keeping him warm in the cold.
Beady bright eyes like black marbles,
glaring at the sea.
Teeth like a rhino's ridged horn,
helping it eat fish.
Claws black, sharp and strong,
gripping the glassy ice.
Fishing for fantastic fresh food frightening
fish as it reaches down to seize them.

I Have a Friend by Beverly Bright

I have a friend,
a very close friend,
she is sometimes blind,
but I don't mind.

We have arguments,
huge arguments,
we don't really care,
because we're always there.

We tell secrets,
love secrets,
They normally go out,
be we don't shout.

We are best friends that will never end!

My Bicycle by Richard Leach

I have got a bicycle
It's new and red and shiny
The trouble is I'm ten feet tall
And it's extremely tiny.

The Cheetah by Isaiah (aged 10)

The cheetah rapidly sprints
His flappy ears wave in the wind,
Always alert for nearby prey,
His eyes lock on to its target as soon as he gives chase,
Never showing signs of tiredness,
Never takes his eye off his prey,
His growls sound like a sports car's violent engine,
His raging, ravenous roar makes the trees shake in his wake,
His malicious paws pound the soft, silky soil,
He rapidly sprints as fast as a shooting star,
His furry, spotty body shines in the scorching sunlight,
The prey surrenders, knowing its death is beckoning.

Parrot by Chloe (aged 10)

The parrot chirps,
Like an irritating brother,
As it devours its prey.
Sharp as the point of a sharp shiny silver knife,
Its claws grip like a tree on a windy day.
The feathers as bright as a beautiful rainbow,
Swooping down through the drizzle of rain.
Gently gliding through the sky,
The parrot falls silent.
And then flutters far away,
Into the starry skylight night.

The Fire Engine by Sheshpriya Gadiya (aged 9)

I love to sit in the fire engine when it goes teep teep
And the horn beep beep
The light on the fire engine flashes like a torch
When it goes past I can see people sitting on a porch

The water squirts all over the place
In the engine there's a small case.
The fire fighters sit on a comfy seat
With boots ready on their feet.

I wonder what I'll be
Oh I'm hungry
I'll go and have tea.

On Halloween by Lily (aged 8)

On Halloween fire spits out of my shocker eyes
like they were shooting sparkly stars from a far farm near a barn,
and then my eyes are filled with blood trickling and winkling down my frozen face of disbelief and horror.

On Halloween I ring a rusty, dusty door bell, and then I jump out
as fiercely as a lion - "TRICK OR TREAT!"
That is when I see the person's moody mumble,
streaky spooky shock of face.

On Halloween I can hear the whimpering of the wimbey wild wind
and children sobbing and mobbing
because of the special scary sight of
H A L L O W E E N
That is when I see the children's smooth sorrow sad scared shocking faces.

Cake by Lily (aged 8)

Cake is srummy yummy in my tummmy mummy.
Creamy cottage cake spills with wonderful chills in my mouth
Cake melts on my tongue like if it was brain freezing ice.
Dark rich brownie is filled with cocoa-y chocolate that lies on your tongue waiting…

Updated 4th November 2010

Fireworks by Eryn Meyers (aged 8)

I like watching fireworks
exploding with colour and light,
I like listening to fireworks
sizzling and crackling in the sky at night

The Five Senses Poem by Joshua Yap (aged 10)

What a smell I smelled…
Freshly laundered bed sheet as the sun rises
Brand new freshly washed t-shirt ready for the next day
Early morning trimmed lawn and garden
What a smell I smelled

What a delicate touch I felt…
My dog jumping on me, licking my face
Flowers from a tree dropping on my hand
Putting my face on the pillow at night
What a delicate touch I felt

What a taste I tasted…
Mozzarella cheese on my pizza for lunch
Chicken and mashed potato with gravy in my mouth
Sweet candy dissolving in my mouth like snow melting in a hot summer's day
What a taste I tasted

What a sound I heard…
Radio from my neighbour's house
Birds chirping in the morning asking me to wake up
Owls hooting at night telling me that it is time for bed
What a sound I heard

Open the Door by Charlotte Mann (aged 10)

Go open the door
even if there's just
sherbet flavoured lolly-pops
falling from the sky

Go on, open the door
even if there's just
eyes watching your every move
GO ON, OPEN THE DOOR…

The Moon by Brogan Loudon (aged 11)

The moon is a 5 pence in the sky,
Shining on reapers cutting rye,
And thou shalt not dare deny,
The moon shines beautifully in the sky
And as the night has to die.
The moon waves to thee, goodbye.

There is a Ghost in my Closet by Kyla Ruddock (aged 8)

There is a ghost in my closet
It is scary indeed
And I nearly just nearly
Screamed and peed.

It took my phone, my teddy
And my mummy too
It took chocolate and food
And grew and grew.

Open the Door by Harriet Jarvis (aged 10)

Go and open the door
even if there's only
a marshmallow rollercoaster
that has legs and a swimming
pool of sticky chocolate saws

Go and open the door
even if there's only
fudge-stick people with
half eaten flack stick
hair on heads.

Go and open the door
even if there's only
one jelly baby left
that is as sweet as
honey as I bite of
its head.

Ice Cream and Sprinkles by Allizha (aged 10)

Ice cream with sprinkles is delight
Cold and freezing in the night
We buy them in the shops
I put lots of topping on them

Death by Millie Waud (aged 11)

My voice is a knife as sharp as an icicle
My anger is fire spreading deeply
My tear is a waterfall drowning quickly
My breath is smoke poisoning peasants
My scarf is a snake ready to get you
My clothing is a black cloth so no one can see me
And all run before me for I am death

What an Amazing Taste by Mie (aged 10)

What an amazing taste
A Christmas duck sizzling in my mouth like fizzy soda
Toffee stuck to my teeth
Jelly bouncing on my tongue
I've tasted amazing tastes

I'm smelling things
My dad's cologne, waking up
Bread, freshly baked
Pancake, covered in a lake of syrup
I've smelt things

I see outstanding sights
Memories of a hospital - the operation room
The royal Danish ship
Trees swaying-a romantic part of a movie
I've seen outstanding sights

I'm feeling things
Soft skin of a sting ray
The rough skin of a tortoise
Shredded wood
I've felt things

Go On, Open the Door by Hannah Toms (aged 10)

Go on, open the door
even if there's only
a tropical paradise
with emerald green palm trees
swaying in the scorching wind

Go on, open the door
even if there's only
a turquoise sea
where sapphire blue dolphins swim elegantly

Go on open the door
even if there's only
a beautiful, amazing house
with a balcony and a
soft spacious deckchair on show

Go on, open the door
even if there's only
a white lilo waiting and respectful and honourable
servants for your sake.

Sis by Sitara Bagnulo (aged 10)

Sails fill as Sis sails
A safe lake skill aids
Sis and dad like a safe sail
Sis seeks a leech
Idle all sail is laid
Aside Sis feels life is ideal
Idle fields lead
As Sis seeks lilies
Sis falls!
Lilies fade as Sis falls

I Fell Through a Glittering Pool by Charlee Juggins (aged 10)

I fell through a glittering pool
on my way to school

And found myself in a
scary land of slimy goo

Some of it was luminous green
and some of it was dark red

Some of them were dreamy
but most of them were in silky beds

I saw the non-sky shimmering in
the murky shiny window

While dark evil played blind
man's bluff with golden noses

I don't think I'm alright but
it's so hard to see the sky

For nothing called the land
of pink custard pies

The Sunset Poem by Joshua Yap (aged 11)

When I looked at the sea
I saw a bright and shining sunset
And suddenly I saw it going down

I tried chasing it but before I knew it,
The sun had gone
And the moon was up instead

Strange Day by Matthew Wells (aged 10)

Go and open the door,
You will encounter a donkey
Marrying a cow

Advance and open the door,
And you will see your mum dancing
With a dog

Go and open the door,
You will see a break-dancing
Cat listening to Bob Marley

Go and open the door,
And you will see a bright
Purple unicorn

Go and open the door,
And you will see a dark black sloth
Running at 100 miles per hour

Go and open the door,
You will see a dolphin
With legs on a running machine

Daffodils by Eryn Meyers (aged 8)

Oh Spring,
when daffodils
play their trumpets in the sun

But then Winter comes
and that's not much fun.

Ice-cream and Chocolate Mousse by Nadia (aged 10)

Ice-cream for me, some for you
Then we have the chocolate mousse
From Stewart's mousse corner shop
Now its time to eat my love!!

My Cat by Sam Old (aged 11)

My cat is a killing machine,
his claws are as sharp as samurai knives,
his teeth are as tough as a saw.

He loves to play like toddlers at a foam Kidzone,
he is a strip of black liquorice,
his fur is as soft as a new born baby and is as smooth as velvet.

He is as clever as Einstein,
his eyes are diamonds glistening in the night sky like a shining torch,
when he goes in the garden he is like Usain Bolt doing the 100m sprint.

His purr is a lion's roar,
he is as annoying as a crying baby,
but overall he is a ball of fun.

Fears by Ines Roze (aged 10)

I would be scared in the future if there was no trees
I would be scared in the future if there was no seas
Because I like nature it makes me feel good
Because I like nature it gives us food

I would be scared in the future if I have no family
I would be scared in the future if I have no baby
Because I like being with friends it makes me smile
Because I like being with children it makes me alive

I would be scared in the future if there was no water
I would be scared in the future if there was no tiger
Because I like to drink it makes me healthy
Because I like animals, they make me happy

But I'm sure nothing of this will happen
We will all do everything to keep our heaven

The Door by Rowan Johnson (aged 10)

Go open the door even if there's only
A freak fashion salon, even if there's
Hair jogging swiftly to the floor

Go open the door, there maybe
Your gruesome sinister fate waiting for you
Maybe a grand historical street

Go open the door there might be
A simple boring day of your life, there might be
Your eager lover waiting for you

Go open the door even if there's only
The fragile darkness, even if there's only
The time ticking

Go open the door at least there'll be
Midnight music sailing on the dry draught

I Fell Through a Teapot by Alice Finnegan

I fell through a teapot on my way to school.
and found myself in a land that was full of noses.
Some of them were clean and some were thin air.
A few of them were evil but most of them were a lovely green or very grotty.
I gazed and saw pomegranates shimmering in the murky custard pies.
While mirrors played blind man's bluff with fried eggs.
I don't think I was ridiculous but it's so hard to be so
brilliant.
For nothing is exactly what it seems in the land of Tic Tac Toe.

Maggot Night by Dylan.S (aged 10)

Thursday night is Maggot night.
Baked Maggots is my delight.
Insect stew and Maggot sauce.
Though the Maggots bite of course.
On each and every Thursday night

My Strange Day by Elise Ridley (aged 11)

Open the white door
And enter the sweetened solar system
Where there are not only peppermint planets
But also chocolate flying centipedes.

There I was on a island as hard as a hard gums.
WOW! Look what's in front of me,
Its a ridiculous tree gazing at a caramel shooting star.
The tree is a house as it stands still,
Staring as it lays a gigantic egg.

POP! Out come one thousand little trees,
They rampage off the edge of the hard gum island
Puff! The trees have vanished
Now I was in a brick TV

AND THATS ANOTHER STORY!

I Fell Through an Icy Puddle by Hannah Crawford (aged 10)

On the way to school I fell through an icy puddle.
I saw a blue man looking at me strangely.
The blue man had a two-headed cat barking at me
really loudly. I strolled away from the two headed cat
and saw multi-coloured houses wherever I looked.

However I saw Simon Cow trying to capture me
with his barking cat who was trying to bite
me.
I must have been dreaming

The Future by Joshua Attryde (aged 10)

Go and open door
and you will find the future
but no promises. It might be good or evil

As I opened the door I smelled rotten meat
I heard screams yelling through my ear drums
I could see vivid blue swirls.

Hot Dogs by Caitlin S. (aged 10)

Nice and tasty, hot and spicy
Oh so tasty, saucy and spicy
On the hot dogs for mum and me to eat
They say no, we say yes,
Mum and l eat them for tea.

Ravenous Dave by Richard Leach

A is for appetite
B is for bake
C's for crates of chocolate sauce
D is the letter Dave put on his cake.
E is for an extra helping
F is feeling fat
G is for a greedy glutton
H - he ate my hat
I is for ice cream on Sundays
J is a jumping bean
K is for Ken's stolen lunchbox
L, Lord, Dave's licked it clean.
M, N, O, P, Q, R, S
T, a drink with jam and bread
U, V, W, X, and then comes Y
Oh dear, Dave's eaten Z.

A Weird Day by Ted (aged 10)

go live in Mars,
where it is as cold as Mount Vesuvius.

go fight a jelly baby,
that scuba dives in the sand.

go swim in the clouds,
where aeroplanes are made of chocolate
and Godzilla is a chiwawa

go live in a Lego house,
where balloons float under water
and boats float in the sky

go eat some iron
which tastes like honey
that is the land of a wicked bunny

Go and Open the Door by Callum Harland (aged 11)

Go and open the door
It could be Las Vegas
The lights shine like glimmering diamonds
with a pitch black sky.

Go and open the door
Entertainment like paradise,
Heat as high the moon.

Go and open the door
In the casinos people win millions,
And the Belagio fountains fly high.

Frozen Rats and Cockroach Drink by Tom (aged 10)

Every year and every night
Frozen rats are certain
Maybe even a Cockroach drink
Will make your taste buds really shrink

I Fell Through a Rough Sand Pit by Ruby Coyne (aged 10)

I fell through a rough sandpit
on my way to school and I found myself
in a humongous land that was full of cats with
pig noses and doggy ears.

Some of them were purple and some
of the are sky blue but the tiniest
fluorescent pink kittens were the cutest
shimmering in the orange murky milk.

While the big sky blue cats played blind man's bluff
with the new pure white soft fluffy kittens.

I don't think I was dreaming but it is really hard to
believe for nothing is quite what it seems in the
land called Capido.

Candy Land by Jake Forrest (aged 11)

Go and open the door
Maybe outside there's a candy land

Soft red ripe strawberries,
Dark pink raspberries spraying juice
And gooseberries sweet and sour too.

There's bright green eatable grass
And lots of sherbet paper.
Orange, strawberry and pineapple gummie bears
they are as rich as a king chocolate waterfall.

There's something for everyone
So don't shut the huge iron door.

Sea by Sitara Bagnulo (aged 10)

Sid adds
"All Sail,"
As dad sees a safe sea
As idle as a lake

Strange Things are Happening by Joshua Yap (aged 11)

Strange things are happening,
I woke up in the middle of the night and I saw chairs stacked up,
Books all over the floor,
And I smelled something cooking,
I went down the stairs and I heard footsteps in the hallway,
I cuddled up and ran back upstairs,
But I heard footsteps following me back up,
Strange things are happening...

The Strange Day by T.J. Chambers (aged 10)

I fell through an ancient mirror on my way to school
and found myself in the land of sun glasses
some were shriek green and some were baby blue
a few of them turned into teapot-shaped balloons but most were spy iguanas
I saw a six legged chocolate bar shimmering in the murky shriek shaped planet
while metal fairies played blind man's bluff with shy dragons
I don't think I was annoyed but it was so hard to believe my eyes
for nothing is what it seems in the land called chocolate

I thought it was over until my teacher was wearing her top on her feet and walking on her hands. Everything is upside down and irregular pencils were dancing with scissors.
My teacher was shriek purple
my class mates were five legged dogs.
Instead of barking they meowed
frogs played poker with orange ducks, I could not believe my ears
but nothing is too strange for the planet called Picuchu

The Strange Day by Matthew Brown (aged 10)

I opened the door and there was a sun made of ice
Then abominable snowman that looked like a giant marshmallow
Stood still than a massive tree in the stormy wind
Looked like a giant ball in the Sahara desert.

I fell into a teacup all of a sudden
In the teacup I saw Donkey Kong with a mask on
He was like a monkey in the Amazon rainforest.

I fell through the bathroom door there was
the munching toilets playing snooker under
the sea.

The Strange Day by Galeg 001

I fell through an ancient, ornate mirror
On my way to school
And found myself in a land of crystallised glass teapots.

Some of them were ruby red and some of them were grass green
And a few of them were rubbery,
But most of them were made of yellow custard.

I saw red roses shimmering in the murky blue sky
While stringy guitars were playing blind man's bluff
With long legged centipedes.

I don't think I was that ridiclus
But it's so hard to say
For nothing is quite what it seems in the land called bee
goo

Hi, Galeg 001. You forgot to include your name.

The Guffy by Richard Leach

On warm and lazy summer days
You might just see The Guffy
He lives in clouds that wander by,
Ones big and white and fluffy.

He's mischievous and rascally
And will try to snatch your hat
If you're not looking out when he's about
Well then that's the end of that.

He likes to spring out quickly
Grabbing anything he can
He once snatched all the spots off
An astonished Dalmatian

One day he grabbed a ladder
That was leant against a wall
That belonged to a roof repairer
Who was fixing the church hall

He swiped a policeman's helmet off
As he was walking on his beat
And to make it even worse
Then whipped the boots right off his feet.

So, when you see a cloud afar
You should, yes, oh yes, you should
Be thankful it's not overhead
As it's The Guffy up to no good.

Oh Such a Wonderful World by Sitara Bagnulo (aged 10)

Oh such a smell…
As the smell of the sea floats on the breeze
And mixes in with the smell of the sweet red rose
The smell of sunflowers and bluebells of my sister
Oh such a smell… such a smell… such a smell.

Oh such a taste…
The taste of ice cream on a warm day at the beach
A picnic near some sweet flowers
Blue and yellow icing on cake that will crumble
Brown sugar in your mouth
Oh such a taste… such a taste.. such a taste.

Oh such a sight…
The sparkling blue green sea shining in the sun
The delicate sweet wee red petal of a rose
Blues and yellows of small and large blue bells and sun flowers
Oh such a sight… such a sight… such a sight

Oh such a sound…
The waves thundering and pounding on the sandy beach
The gentle breeze blowing through a patch of daffodils as they float into the sky
The rustling of a weeping willow listening to the ever flowing gentle river floating by
Oh such a sound… such a sound… such a sound

Oh such a touch …
The beautiful, warm floating sea
The soft delicate petal of a red rose
Jingly blue bells and the rough inside of a sunflower
Oh such a touch … such a touch… such a touch

Oh such a world …
Of beautiful things like the beautiful sea and the gentle river
Or the delicate rose, the long weeping willow
Small and fragile, big and rough bluebells and sunflowers
Oh such a world … such a world … such a world

Updated October 21st 2010

I Am Kangaroo by Maria Habiague (aged 10)

I am kangaroo,
I bound across the Australian plains
At the speed of light,
In the sparkling breeze of the pitch black night
Brown and fuzzy,
Cute and sweet,
I really am the animal you'd love to meet!

The Sea by Timothy Lewis (aged 10)

I felt the sea...
Rough like a hurricane and gentle as a flower,
Covering the earth as a mother covers her child,
The sea gives and takes lives alike,
I felt the sea.

I saw the sea...
Beautiful in every way and yet so deadly,
A whale sucking plankton like a sponge sucking water,
Billions of fish like rain in a storm,
I saw the sea.

I smelt the sea...
As salty as a salt factory, or three,
As smelly, as smelly, as my dad which is smelly,
A strange, a weird, a different smell,
I smelt the sea.

I tasted the sea...
As bitter and rejected
As rotten vegetables from the dirtiest garden
Poison in quantities and makes you thirsty,
Salt can kill as a knife can rip your guts out,
I tasted the sea.

I heard the sea...
An ever going pattern like no other thing,
A full orchestra when in a temper,
When asleep as still as a statue of gold,
I heard the sea.

SpongeBob SquarePants by Maria Habiague (aged 10)

A porous freak
A fry-cooking geek
A yellow square
A pineapple house
A Bikini Bottomite
A pair of brown pants
A Goofy Goober
An amazing sponge
An absorbent sponge
A silly sponge.

This is My Poem by Ali Arif (aged 10)

I have a gleaming skin.
The room is so quiet, I can hear my heartbeat.
I can see the attractive chair looking at me.
I can sense the wall crumbling near me.
I can feel my heart beating as I am in a
bad neighbourhood.
I can die at any moment as I am old.

My Friend John by Richard Leach

My friend John's an elephant,
He's such a lovely chap.
But do make sure
You don't ask him
To sit upon your lap.

Van Gogh by Ryan Liepa (aged 11) and Jack Kirby (aged 12)

I am a gigantic giant stuck in my lonely empty castle.
My hair is like the flames of a roaring dragon burning up his anger.
I am as alone as a baby bird without its mother.
My jacket is like the deepest darkest ocean ever made.
My eyes are like a sparkling simmering black pearl.
My teeth are like a dazzling diamond ready to crumble.

The Cheer Up Song by Arianwen Herbert (aged 9)

I'm the whiskers on a kitten
I'm the cover on a book
I'm the bridle on a pony
I'm the picture on a hook

I'm the ears upon a rabbit
I'm the notes upon the stave
I'm the wings upon a fairy
I'm the treats that you will crave

I'm the tree inside the acorn
I'm the nose upon a mouse
I'm the snow upon a mountain
I'm the roof upon a house

I'll make you sing
I'll make you smile
To see your face
I'd dance a mile

I Wish I Was an Ice Cream by Elisha (aged 10)

I wish I was an ice cream lying in a bowl
Lovely and creamy with a chocolate cone.
I wish I was an ice cream that people could take home.
On a hot summer's day.
It would be melting in their mouth like meringue
Maybe next time it will be with a tang of sweet.
It would be nice to eat
In the hot summer sky
We sit and eat our ice cream.
Watching the birdies fly

Me by Liam Conner (aged 10)

Little
Intelligent
Artistic
Mature

Cool
Open
Naughty
Neat
Energetic
Robotic

Ghost by Tio Lishomwa (aged 11)

I can see you
You live in the shadows
And come out at night

People refuse to see you
Because they are scared
They don't like the fact

That you are here
And all of your friends
Are stuck on this earth

I recognise you
You're too familiar
Like my face in my bathroom mirror

For you are me
And I am you
As I watch my life fade and undo

You can see me
I live in the shadows
And come out at night

By the Seaside by Abbie Vosper (aged 10)

I walk along the golden sand while watching children play
I step on small fragile shells and hear them crunch
Waves crash along the shore spraying my bare feet clean
Giant sand castles smother the beach as far as I can see
Kites spring into the sky and rapidly wave around
Then the sun is sucked down into the horizon
What a day, and we all go home.

Mrs Thing What by Alfie Bacon and Kane Edlin (aged 10)

Mrs Thing What, sitting in the parking lot
she wants her Christmas dinner
in her favourite pot.
It's a bit strange but that's that.
Mrs Thing What, sitting in the parking lot.

I've Travelled the World by Pierre (aged 12)

I've heard things...
A bird rushing through the midnight light,
Started suddenly to sing a glamorous song,
Which made me fall back asleep,
I've heard things.

I've smelt things...
My freshly washed bed-sheets after a summer's day,
The freshly-cut Belgium grass,
The splendid vanilla flavored shampoo of my mother,
I've smelt things.

I've seen things...
The vast Tasmanian Savannah stretching with all its widths,
The magnificent tour of Pisa,
From the Burj Khalifa,
I've seen things.

I've tasted things...
The cheesy, juicy Italian pizza,
Pesto sauce dripping through my throat,
Fried bread with jam in the morning,
I've tasted things.

I've touched things...
The delicate, soft, yellow fur of a deadly lion,
The roughness of a magnificent coral reef,
The warmness of a seven star hotel sauna,
I've touched things.

Sugarplum Fairy by Maria Habiague (aged 10)

Sugarplum Fairy is a mysterious thing,
She has one golden eye that is lightly pressed in.
She is fluffy and furry, soft and sweet,
When she goes out she is sleek and discreet.

Sugarplum Fairy has a special inside,
She is slightly evil - you would never know if she lied.
Sugarplum Fairy does like to fight,
You can never find her as she is always outside, day and night.

Sugarplum Fairy likes to hide
Like I said - she was made to fight.
Sugarplum Fairy has many secrets, too many to describe,
She truly is a funny cat,
She really does make the most of her long, fun-packed nine lives!

My Acrostic Poem by Lloyd (aged 10)

Lethal
Lloyd
Over-awesome
Young
Devoted

Jumpy
Over-react
Hard-hearted
Ninja

Smart
Happy
Ecstatic
LOL
Dark-haired
Open-minded
Nerf

(Did you mean Nerd, Lloyd?)

My House by Abbie Vosper (aged 10)

As the chair sang
The table danced
The picture of Mum fought with the picture of Dad
The pencil drew like mad!
And the window laughed as the people drove past.
What a strange house I have....

Midnight Hour by Tio Lishomwa (aged 11)

The sun has melted into the land.
The midnight hour is close at hand.
And in the sky,
Are bright stars.
A million tiny eyes.

The streets are quiet, nobody around,
As night creeps slowly through the town.
In an alley,
Darkest place,
Somebody's walking around.

Bill the Iguana by Richard Leach

I've got a friend called Bill the Iguana
who flicks his tongue at bugs on bananas.
He never makes a sound, his eyes go round and round
It's safe to say he's not a charmer.

A Volperian Adventure by Alexander Arias Alvarez (aged 11)

In a wobbly webbly woo
Where the cows go moo
Mr Volperian went of to see Doctor Drew
He passed the lake, the zoo and passed Papa Nugoo
He carried on with his journey and went through Fle Floo Forset
The Cow Go Swamp and even the great Haffafaloo
He still carried on but then he was desperate to do a poo!
Poor old Mr Volperian, so close but so desperate
He cursed, "Hafflu Hafflu!"
But could not wait so he went back home
Through the Fle Floo Forest and Oh Hugely Everything
Now he is back home but then who is with
DR DREW?

Bob! by Alfie Bacon and Kane Edlin (aged 10)

I've got a friend called Bob
He likes to paint pretty princesses
I think he's a bit cuckoo
But aren't we all?
I've got a friend called Bob!

A Trip to the Moon by Tio Lishomwa (aged 11)

I look out of my window
And stare
Just stare
At the bright, beautiful light
Look there!
Over there!

I let it take me away
Far away
Far away
To the elegant starlight
In the sky
Way up high

Finally, I have arrived
On the moon
At last
And I sunbathe in the moonlight
So graceful
So bright

Its radiance inspiring
Beautiful
And light
The sky dotted with diamonds
They glitter
Like gold

Hark, the dawn it is breaking
It's sunrise
The night's gone
I've been stolen from the moon
Although I wanted to stay
I knew I had to go anyway.

But maybe tomorrow night,
When the sun goes to sleep,
I might go back to the moon
Back to my world.

The Brief Encounter by Richard Leach

As I was going to the fair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He said to me "How do you do?"
And I said, "Fine thanks. Where are you?"

"Why, I am here behind this tree.
Stop for a while and visit me."
So round the oak I duly went
to chat with this elusive gent.

I searched on high, I searched on low,
where did this nice, polite man go?
I asked the bees, I asked the birds
if they'd seen the owner of these words.

The bees all hummed, the birds all chirped
And then between us we all searched.
But in time they shrugged and flew away
and told me to "Have a nice day."

I smiled at the grace and etiquette
of the little creatures I'd just met.
Then gathered nuts and plucked off holly
and laughed at this outrageous folly.

Winter by Tio Lishomwa (aged 11)

Snow falls upon the floor,
Snowflakes glitter in the air,
And what are those over there?
A family waiting, and presents galore!

Playing with our friends,
What great songs we will have sung,
And the celebrations have only just begun!
I hope this never ends!

The robins are singing with all their voices,
It's a shame that we have to go home.
Through the streets the fun does roam,
I think that going through this season was the right choice.

It is the end for the snowflakes,
And the same for the snow,
I really don't wish for it all to go!
The leaves begin to come again as the winter breaks.

Halloween Night by Abbie Vosper (aged 10)

You no what night it is
When the steel gates go creek and wooden doors go bang
A howl of a crying wolf is heard
And a cold breeze runs through the grave yards
You no what night it is

(I've entered this in the Scary Competition, Abbie.)

Updated 21st Sept 2010

Whatif by Josh Priest
(after Shel Silverstein)

Last night, while I lay thinking here
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song

Whatif Mrs Fotheringham drove a rocket into the classroom?
Whatif my life was full of gloom and doom?

Whatif the teacher gave us a million pounds?
Whatif the children brought in 20000 hounds?

Whatif the books turned into ants?
Whatif they all crawled up my pants?

Whatif the whiteboard squashed us all?
Whatif we were all called Paul?

Whatif the sun went BANG!!!!?
Whatif I saw Mrs Hardy with a fang?

Whatif I ruled the world!?
Whatif our eyes curled?

Whatif I got mugged on the way there?
Whatif I felt sleepy on the vampire's chair?

Everything seems well, and then
the night time Whatifs strike again!

Winter Wonderland by Tabbycat (aged 10)

It's icy cold,
Wind blowing hard on my face.
I struggle on,
Through winter wonderland.

My Magic Box by Eman Rahim (aged 10)
(After Kit Wright)

I will put in my box
The cruel cackle of a cunning cat,
Rasp from a refreshing raspberry in a rotten rucksack,
The crunching sound of Mount Everest erupting,
A delicate wing of a white dove in a silk sari.

I will put in my box,
A pumpkin popping in a pink pool,
A jaguar joyfully jousting in jelly.
The salty, icy water of the tremendous cribber,
Worm pie, frog jelly and caterpillar soup.

I will put in my box,
The prettiest, priceless Amulet of Aphrodite,
The burning boat from the blazing beach.
Deadly daffodils tied into thick knots of death,
Love from an old elephant's skin.

I will put in my box,
The 13th month and a dancing sofa,
Earrings of the empress of Egypt,
Umbrella of the UFO,
Chuckle of the leaves in autumn.

Dale of Snow by Tabbycat (aged 10)

My hands numb with cold,
Will only stop in my dreams,
This vast dale of snow

Whatif by Sophie Holdstock
(after Shel Silverstein)

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some whatif crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old whatif song:

Whatif the teacher turns into a pink and purple mobster?
Whatif my dad's nose gets pinched by an enormous lobster?

Whatif our school got moved to Timbuktu?
whatif my head gets stuck down the loo?

whatif my hand came invisible?
what if my sister gets crushed by a wall?

whatif a cartoon came to life?
whatif my dad gets a new wife?

whatif the world turns to sand ?
whatif mason ruled the land ?

whatif the sun turns to the moon?
whatif I fall into a lagoon?

A Dead Elephant's Song by Sania (aged 5)

I am a fatty elephant,
I was so dirty and naughty,
I destroyed everything.
But I fell in the mud and I can't get up,
Oh! my goodness, I can't poke with my tusks,
I can't talk and walk, I fell in the mud,
I died.
The people are pulling me up,
But I can't get up and I died.
The people put sticks on my body,
And light fire in my body and burning me.
Thank you, people for helping me,
When I was in trouble,
Thank you so much.

When Night Falls by Eman Rahim (aged 10)

When night falls…
magic begins…
in my cupboard.

I see a land of ice cream,
pixies dancing the night away,
clouds giving the mountains a blanket.
I hear
the ducks quacking as the rainbow stretches into the vast sky,
the sound of horses galloping elegantly into the clouds of grass,
a gong blasting its sound proudly.

When night falls…
magic happens...
fairyland awakens
a shower of rose petals turns reality to fantasy,
so, in my cupboard the magic begins...

Haikus by Tabbycat (aged 10)

Chocolate

Rich, creamy and sweet.
Has mouth watering flavour.
Tasty as a treat.

Friends

They're loyal and kind.
Cheer you if your feeling glum.
Always there for you.

Ruby

Ruby, queen of jewels.
You glisten in the moonlight.
The colour of blood.

Honey

It's sweet and gloopy.
It tastes great on pancakes too.
Better than sugar.

Storm

Grey clouds in the sky.
Rain falls violently to ground.
No sun shine in sight.

Giraffes

Tall, slim and long necked
Beautiful unique bodies
Across their bodies.

Winter by Eman Rahim (aged 10)

When winter falls,
snowflakes shower,
trees change their clothes.
The moon twinkles,
a river becomes a frosty frozen block of ice,
wool is in need.
Christmas celebrations are in town,
Santa Clause is getting ready,
a scrumptious pie is baked.
New year, new time, new beginning,
fireworks burst into the sky like colourful stars,
fountains dance into a new year!
When winter falls the world changes...

An Entrance Examination - The Hairy Scary Test by Tabbycat (aged 10)

When I was awoken
I felt like some bacon just about to be gobbled up whole.
"Come on my pet it's time to go."
Shuffling and muttering I made my way down the stairs and into the car.
When I started to cry my mother says, from the driving seat in front,
"Come on my beauty at least just try."
"But mummy what if I'm not able to pass?
What will I do when dear Miss Hasse will ask how it all went today in my hairy scary test?
Oh what will I do… if I don't pass?"

Snow Children by Tabbycat (aged 10)

Children are building snowmen
Wrapped in coats and scarfs
Snowballs thrown at each other.

Winter Wonderland by Tabbycat (aged 10)

All is snow white,
No grass in sight,
In this Winter Wonderland.

All trees are bare,
No bee or hare,
In this Winter Wonderland.

Updated 2nd September 2010

Winter by Christina (aged 10)

Snow is falling
Wind is balling
Winter is coming
Snowflakes are summing up

Let's go out and play
There shall be no delay
We sled on snowdrifts
And ski from a ski lift

Winter is fun
We are sad when it is done
But then it is spring
Hooray for spring!

Updated 6th August 2010

Mrs McGriffin by Olivia Heckford (aged 9)

Have you ever been down Azelea Lane?
Well, the lady who lives there is Mrs McGriffin.
She eats bug soup,
Mosquito marmalade,
Fried worms.
She drinks toad squash,
Mud tea
And caterpillar juice.
She wears ragged-up t-shirts,
A tatty old skirt,
Her feet are bare.
She's got wrinkles and pimples
And dirty hair,
Knobbly knees and filthy toenails.
You might want to laugh,
You might want to cry,
You might want to run,
You could possibly die…
When she releases her pet tiger,
With razor sharp claws and
Knife sharp teeth,
Turns his scarred face,
And Roars!
So

Next time you go down Azelea Lane
Think Twice!!!

The Tarantula by Keana Beresford and Devon Mann (aged 12)

As slowly as a snail
Moving calmly to its prey,
Hissing as it moves softly all eight hairy legs
Move slowly calmly, bravely and boldly,
Looking around with his big beady eyes to find his dinner.
Then jumps to catch his prey,
Digging his fangs in to it like a vampire.
The venom sinks into its prey and freezes it like ice.
The tarantula wraps its prey in his web,
And gets ready to dine
Until next time…
The bird is prey
Looking around for its prey,
Not knowing what's going to happen,
The tarantula can see the bird,
Swooping down through the jungle leaves,
from all four sides the bird keeps a look out,
it suddenly goes dark ,
the venom spreading very slowly through its veins, dying ,
it's turning to ice.

The Tiger by Eddy Hymas (aged 12)

Walking through the jungle, looking for its prey
Hoping it's not going to play.
It sees its prey
So he won't roar it away.

His blood is pumping
And he sees that the deer is jumping
He sprints at the deer
Leaving prints behind him.

The tiger's black eyes
Lies amongst the deer
It catches its dinner
And attaches to the deer's back

BANG! It falls to the ground
With a loud thud
The tiger is dragging its victim
Through the mud

The tiger has won its food
So it rests in the long breezy grass,
waiting for the next victim.

The Wild by Shannon Hatcher (aged 12)

The leaves are making a noise like Christmas bells
As the moon go up they all got to bed
You can see were the snails have been trailing across the leaves
The wild comes to life as soon as you step in there.

The Woodland by Chloe Fairman (aged 12)

As the trees sway past me
A cold breeze whooshes by me
And the leaves glow
As the golden sun reflects through the trees.

As the caterpillar munches through the leaves
Eating its way from tree to tree.
As the birds communicate
An echo is repeated through
The long, bright woods.
Above me is a canopy of trees
They look so beautiful close by me
At night it is not really bright
Scary for me and the bugs
All the animals have gone to the habitat.
Night, night.

The Wilderness by Keana Beresford (aged 12)

I can hear the trees rustling,
Wondering if anything is here,
The insects are hiding from all the danger around.
The abandoned place is cold and dark,
The sunlight tries to shine through,
As the trees are high and cover up everywhere.
The trees are swaying swiftly and slowly,
The animals are slowly coming out,
Making sure everything is going to be okay.
Branches are ready to fall
As the trees get older and older.
All plants are growing as it's abandoned.
Frogs hiding, not knowing when it's safe to show.
The trees are as rough as rocks at the sea.
The caterpillars are munching through the leaves,
As hunger runs through their body.

The Poem about an Insect by Joel Oram (aged 12)

I am really small
I wish I could be tall
I get covered in leaves
From the huge, huge trees
One side of the wood to the other takes forever
Climbing over huge mountains which to you are weeds
When the strong winds hit me I fly over the trees like an aeroplane
When I get really cold, I hide under fallen branches
Wherever I go I have to try not to get lost
I don't want to get stepped on
So I shoot off and then I'm gone
I am so small, you will not find me
Hiding in the woodland.

The Cheetah by Thomas Craig and Jordan Rogers (aged 12)

The cheetah moving swiftly through the Sahara desert
Looking for hisprey so hecan have a little play
He's moving as quick as lightning itself
As he is getting ready to pounce
He's camouflaged in his surroundings
His hunger is starting to grow
Sleeping soundly on the ground
As he awakes the cheetah hears his dinner
Moving away further and further
He sees the poor innocent baby dear
But the cheetah knows the mother is near
She is stalking around her baby
As he gets nearer
A shadow forms behind him
The mother deer attacks from behind
Biting fiercely into the cheetah's skin
Carving a deep wound
The cheetah sprinting like his life depends on it
Now he's the vulnerable one

Another World by Seamus Schofield Cook (aged 12)

The sun shines through canopies, looks like golden streams of light
Then you will see it is filled with life
The plants look so beautiful that words can't explain
The wildlife is so big, it looks like you are as small as an ant
If you listen quietly you can hear birds, they will sing with pride
It is the most beautiful place
You can walk and see the amazing plants

The School Forest by Giarnni Regini-Moran (aged 12)
The wind is blowing
and the leaves are falling
in this forest the children go.
Spiders everywhere on their cobwebs
And leaves falling off the trees
And when everyone stands on them they go CRUNCH!!!
The sun shining brightly
Like a golden egg.

Updated 29th June 2010

Senses by Lucy Candy (aged 10)

I see lightning flashing like a light turning on and off
I hear thunder bashing like a volcano erupting
I touch the house as it vibrates when the thunder comes

Me by Rachel Cole (aged 9)

I am crazy,
Sometimes lazy,
People say I'm funny,
I'd also love a bunny,
I am scared of horses,
Though I don't do courses,
I like running,
Sometimes I am cunning,
I can get in a mood,
I love food,
Me, I love tea,
And I like being ME!

The Wild Weather! by Lucy Candy (aged 10)

I sit in the wind
My legs are trembling
Leaves are going crazy
Trees are slowly falling
Grass trying to get away
I fell coldness coming up against me

I Wonder Why? by Jessica Callaghan (aged 11)

I can see people staring at me,
And I wonder just why.
I turn around to my back end
And see why. Oh, just why.

I blush when I see
My friends laughing so
I pull my dress out of my knickers
And run in shouting "NO!!!"

Updated June 10th

The Internet by Estelle Shearer (aged 10)

The internet turns round and round,
with websites that are usually found,
You Tube, Poetry Zone and CBBC
are usually found,
but the internet just goes round and round!

Relax

Sit down,
Take a break,
and watch TV Town,
relax,
relaxing,
relaxation,
Is the word of our nation!

Oliver's Plea by Charlotte Banks (aged 10)

People in an endless queue
Waiting for some tasteless brew
On which they had to subsist.
A little boy called Oliver Twist
Had waited for almost half an hour
For something on which he could devour
Feeling rotten to the core
Said, "Please sir, I don't want any more."

Don't Go Pale by Simone Le Grange (aged 12)

In a play is where you act
In front the audience are all packed
In your character you must never fail
When you're nervous don't go pale

Updated 27th May 2010

If I Could Create a World by Maisie Lemmon (aged 11)

If I could create a world,
I would edit humans first.
I would keep them the same in looks,
However very different inside.
I would take out the evil, hatred and fear,
And replace with happiness and smiles not tears.

If I could create a world,
Secondly I would edit the Earth itself.
I would make it a safer place to be,
With more flowers, plants and trees.
I would make the Earth healthy and strong,
I would make him perfect so nothing can go wrong.

If I could create a world,
I would make it much more fair.
So everyone would have the same amount
Of everything that is there.
I would make people work together,
And so my world would be a very nice, safe place to be...

Ahoy! by Clayton P. Melby (aged 12)

"Danger ahoy!" said the captain
"Ching ching ching," said the swords
"Fire!" said the captain
"Boom boom boom," said the cannons
"Save the rum!" said the captain
"Pitter patter," said the crews' feet
"Abandon ship!" said the captain
"Splash splash splash," said the sea
"Land ho!" said the captain
"Sigh," said the crew

Old Mrs Parsons by Sapphire Hughes (aged 12)

I'm only 12 years old, I live in a village nice and pretty
But our neighbours ruin the atmosphere, it really is a pity
With their odd looks and weird behaviour, I get a little freaked out
But there is one person in particular, if she will ever be normal, I doubt
Her name is Mrs.Parsons, bizarre and eighty years old
In summer, always telling me to put a jumper on in case I get a cold
I think she's lost her marbles, always telling me what to do
Like: "You should be playing with your dollies, because you're only two."
She's sees me coming home from school, every time offering me toffees
Knocking on my door at eleven at night, asking my mum round for coffee
For my seventh birthday, she made my birthday cake, my only nightmare
And when all of my friends took a bite they discovered it was full of cat's hair
She sits out in her garden in the pouring rain, wellies, umbrella and all
Then she sits in her old chair and puts the remote control against her ear to accept a phone call
She is a bit mad, but I have to grin and bear it
But one day I'm gonna laugh so much, that I might just have a fit!

Updated May 13th 2010

Autumn by Meg Thomas (aged 10)

Trees catapult leaves from their tangle of branches
Green turns to yellow and red
Grass dies becoming rough and prickly
Nothing can escape autumn's powerful grasp
Get inside into the warmth
Watch the wind rage

My Grandad by Lauren Tester (aged 12)

He climbs out of bed and into the kitchen
to get his regular pint of frothy Guinness.
He paces to his red leather arm chair
with his Guinness in his hand whilst turning on the telly

He has the telly on full blast
annoying my nan very much.
She shouts through the lounge, yelling, turn it down
but he doesn't turn it down, only up even louder.

Now it's time to go to the harbour
so he puts on his braces and flat cap.
After the harbour he's down to the newsagents,
chattering away like two old woman.

It's time for my tea now, he says
waiting noisily at the table.
He eats with a loud crunch
but hates any noises from elsewhere.

Ten o'clock arrives and he's off to bed.
Peace at last, my nan always says quietly
but somehow my grandad would always hear,
and always say I HEARD THAT!

Storm by Meg Thomas (aged 10)

Wind howls
Trees drop leaves onto the rough dead grass
Leaves cartwheel across the ground
A storm is coming

Brighter Life by Zoe Zampini (aged 9)

Bees sting,
People sing,
Weaves wish,
Bins bang,
Claws lash,
Trees sway,
Cars go
BEEP BEEP

Glass breaks,
Doors bang,
Crowds cheer,
Cars stir,
Lips kiss,
Balls miss,

We cheer - Hip hip
HOORAY

Boring by Meg Thomas (aged 10)

Plip
Plop
Plip
Plop
Uh oh, I feel a drop
It is rain what a pain
I need to go to netball practice
A court, a ball - things I need I just can't access
I suppose I could read book
What ones have I got? I'll take a look
What's that? Oh look the sun is shining
I can go outside and stop my whining!

Updated April 22 2010

The Ambiance of the Countryside by Laurie Powell (aged 10)

Wind whips blades of lustrous grass.
Complete silence haunts this rural dwelling.
The trees are like foxes in a sea of hares.
Cleansingly calm drops of water fall from the blue sky.
Tranquillity rules this deserted realm.

Rainy Day by Ellie Mae Fish (aged 10)

Watch the rain drops splatter on the ground
as the clocks go round and round.
Now the sun is peeking out,
let's all get up, scream and shout!
It's now time to go to bed.
Let's hope it's not raining tomorrow, that's what I dread!!!

Daffodils by Isabella Cottam (aged 11)

Giggling golden trumpets
lift their bright buttery heads
against the breeze
and sing like the sweetest angels
to the silvery heavens above them.

Clusters of sparkling golden coins,
dropped through a narrow,
delicate rip in the almost perfect deep blue sky;
dance and laugh standing on their emerald back bones.

Tiny heart beats flutter inside their yellow diamond shell
like brittle butterfly's wings
waiting to be unleashed.

The Sun, The Wind by Maiya Stewart (aged 11)

The sun, warm and colourful, bright and beautiful
The wind, cold and icy, powerful with a drop of satisfaction
Hot and cold, powerful and easy
Whatever the weather I will always love you
The sun will reflect the beauty of you and
The wind will show your power

I Wish I Was James Bond by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)

With a click of the trigger, a bang escapes the gun
You've just defeated all the baddies, one by one
You're a hero, with your black tuxedo and slick black hair
Always driving in your overpriced car, travelling everywhere
Everyone is in love with you, gasping in amazement at your skill
Every step you take is adrenaline filled, every mission you do is a thrill
Girls lust at your good looks and charm
Screaming at you, clinging annoyingly on your arm
There's nothing you are afraid of, you make things look so easy
Some of the stunts and tricks you do make me a little queasy
You whip out your gun, always at the right time
And after all that hard work, you head to the bar for a tonic and lime
I just want to be like you, or maybe join you on your mission
But the only annoying thing is, I need my mum's permission!

My Dreams by Ellie Mae Fish (aged 10)

My dreams would all start here,
talking cats and a flying deer!
Interesting stories that never end,
it's very easy to find a friend.
Kind people that always smile,
I haven't had such fun in quite a while!

Updated 8th April 2010

A Superhero... With Problems! by Lizzie Daly (aged 11)

I have the power of laser eyes
That can shoot laser beams
But when I stare at objects
They all puff up in steam

I have the power of elasticity
Which means I can touch the sky
But when I stretch far too much
My clothes are a different size

I have the power of super-strength
And I can lift my mates
But every time I cut my food
I break all the plates

What Am I? by Mollie Papper (aged 11)

Waiting, watching the kitchen from light to dark,
I'm surrounded by water of my thoughts.
Just watching, swimming in the same direction,
Waiting for the time of day when they give me a glimpse and food.
The only time I am important.

Sun, Moon and Stars! by Emma-Rose Ward

The sun is bright
and so very high,
beats down on earth,
so rise and shine.

The moon is out
and in the sky,
blocks the sun,
good night everyone.

The stars twinkle
only at night,
they come out
and they are bright.

My Bedroom by Janel Yusuf (aged 10)

Birds
sing
peacefully

Dogs
are
cozy

Bright
baby
pictures

Noisy
speeding
cars

Friends
quietly
relax

Comfy
soft
bed

HAPPY!

Mirror by Silvia Maurska (aged 11)

Although its plain it knows a lot.
For it is truth itself.
Many fear it.
Some can't face it
and most just hide.
For the truth hurts.

It plays its own game.
One of its kind.
No one can resist to play with it....

Who Am I? by Ellie Mae Fish (aged 10)

Up sky high eating leaves,
long, long neck, long, long legs.
Big ears for helping me hear,
beautiful patterned skin.
I am very popular in the zoo,
I have good memories in case I lose my habitat...
Who am I???????

I Met a Giant by Abigail Marus and Darcie Missen (aged 10)

One day I met a giant, in fact it was at school!
He thought I was tiny but I thought he was mega tall!

He had fuzzy hair, his skin was green as a pear!
His clothes were ripped, his shoes were torn
and out of his head stuck two little horns!

He was green and ugly, like an ogre in despair.
But I still think it's odd that he had fuzzy hair!

I am very lucky as giants are quite rare.
But when he looked me in the eye,
it gave me such a scare!

War Child by Alice Hudson (aged 12)

I long to play and laugh,
Watch breezes in the trees.
I hate the constant shadows
Of our bitter enemies.

The sirens sound loud and clear,
Deep into the night.
I hate all the unfairness,
The hunger and the fright.

I wonder what is happening,
No-one will explain.
Why are we all fighting,
For our loss or for our gain?

I wish for my own space
To cry and weep alone.
I want to leave this city
Where mothers and babies groan.

Maybe the sun will shine again
And the grass will again grow green
And everybody will get along
And we'll forget what we have seen.

Winter by Silvia Maurska (aged 11)

W inter wind undresses trees.
I cicles hang from branches.
N othing is the same.
T ears fall out of the sky everyday.
E verything green has disappeared.
R ivers are frozen... nothing is the same… I don't like it.

The Stare by Olivia Rix (aged 11)

The stare
you can't move
you can't breathe
you can't blink
he is there

He will hear you
Don't try and hide
he is there
don't cry for help
he is there
don't try to escape
he will catch you

He is there.

Dance! by Ellie Mae Fish (aged 10)

Dance all day, dance all night,
Also dance in the morning light!
Night and day just can't stop,
Contemporary, ballet and hip hop.
Ellie just loves to dance!

Birthday Celebrations by Robbie Adamson

It's your birthday celebration time,
For your present I've made you this rhyme.
Here's something your mum had to bake,
It's a chocolate birthday cake

Play some games on a bouncy castle,
It's not in the house so it isn't a hassle.
You go inside to have a nice long rest,
All your friends are there you think this party's the best.

Your party's almost over, but here comes more family and friends,
Your party really never ever ends.
You had loads of fun; the party was a real treat,
Let's hope next year's just as sweet!

Halloween by Robbie Adamson

It's Halloween, it's Halloween
Stay in your houses, don't be seen.
The skeletons are after you,
And they're going to get your friends too.

The witches will come down on their brooms,
Banging down your door, crashing into your room.
Everybody's going to scream,
On the dark night of Halloween.

The zombies will come into your house,
Ripping your head off with their mouths.
You don't want this to happen ever,
So run away, that would be clever.

The vampires will swoop down from the sky,
They'll suck your blood and you will cry.
No one likes the Halloween night,
Because it gives everyone a big FRIGHT!

Updated 25th March 2010

The Dragon by Oscar Welford (aged 9)

I am the Dragon, first of them all
I was created in the magical sun by the element of fire
I tower above everything bright scaled and elegant
I have seen water consume the Earth
I know why Earth came to existence
I have fought the mighty Minotaur
I have changed Vesuvius into a flame-spewing terror
I am the heart of fire
I've reduced cities to smouldering piles of rubble
I have seen the end, a world engulfed in fire.

The Shore by Sydney C. (aged 10)

Warm hands and soft sand
Fly bites with funny fights
People biking along the side
Others fishing with their minds
Ice-Cream cravings and new wet paving
"Ding,Ding" goes that ice-cream man
With his old, white, small van
Parasailing and life-guard saving
We're at the Shore once more

You've Been There by Olivia Rix (aged 11)

You've been nowhere
But you've been so far
And you haven't left your bed
But you've seen the world
And you've never been on a bike
But you ride it everyday
And you've never seen yourself
But you know what you look like
And you've never seen the light
But you see it everyday
You've done it all
But you don't know it

Starry Night by Mercy BE (aged 8)

The stars are shining, blinking bright,
Glows like crazy, man, oh man, there's that light.
You see constellations in the sky,
Wow that's bright!
Goodness me, what can I do all about that light?
Wish I could gaze at that all night!

But, oh no, here comes momma,
So, I turn out that light!
Good Night!

Updated 11th March

The Beach by Sunnduss (aged 10)

Sand, sand,
Oh, beautiful sand.
Warm and glistening,
I am listening
To the splashy shore,
My sister smells the flowers' sweet core.

While the sun blazes heat
Beneath my feet.
So do people meet,
With great big smiles.

Where the wind comes from miles,
I go for a swim.
Underneath the water it's quite dim,
My mum brings vanilla ice-cream.

Yum, yum what a treat,
It tastes so sweet.
I wish I could have it all week,
But it's time to go home.

I pack my things,
And away I go.

Rain by Liam Whelan (aged 8)

Little drops from the sky
sometimes sting my little eye.
Don't like it? Well, okay.
Listen to what I say today.
When rain comes, plants follow.
Sometimes birds and types of swallow.
Rain can even be fun.
After, I like to play in the sun.

July (Or Just Summer) by Kayla (aged 11)

The sound of fresh watermelon being cut
Almost as if you were cutting open a huge juicy candy
And having the entire juice spill out.
And then the first jump of the summer in a hot, warm pool
The feeling of when you're underwater
The feeling that you're invincible.
The flowers dancing in the wind
With their own kind of style.
The bright blue sky
Not purple, red, green or any other color
Just plain old light/sky blue.

Sadness by Dion Upton (aged 12)

Sadness is something you can't explain
It's a mixture of frown and pain

But there isn't really much to gain
If you can't explain the pain

It takes more muscles to pull a frown
And there's not much use, it just brings you down

You're not happy, and you're not alright
And now you're ready, to put up a fight

Just to prove that you're not happy
Just because you wet your nappy

Assembly Poem by Clip International School (aged 6 to 8)

One fine day I saw a dog
It was so happy like a frog
It looked so small in a bog
I took it out for a jog.

Stop Smoking by Olivia Rix (aged 11)

please don't smoke a fag
because it makes me gag
it wastes your money
and that's not funny
it will block your lungs
and twist your tongues
how you will bellow
when your fingers go yellow
and how you will scream
when your teeth won't clean
soon your heart will be stale and dead
and you will wish you had listened
to what I had said

Dragonfly by Sunnduss (aged 10)

Fluttering in the dazzling light,
With such delight.
So delicate and graceful,
In such height.

Flying with no might,
Colourful as a kite.
Crimson light shining bright through its wings,
Such beautiful things.

It settles in peace,
Upon a luscious lily pad.
To enjoy the colours of the evening sky,
So high.

Such small creatures,
Frail and fragile.
Fine spun wings,
Thin, skin bodies.

Uniqueness beyond others,
As it has its own ability.
So elegant,
With lots of responsibilities.

As the blanket of sky darkens,
The moonlight glows.
The dragonfly comes to a leave
As it will come on the evening of Christmas Eve.

Medusa Strikes by Georgina Russell (aged 11)

As she stands there, the lingering sense of forthcoming doom
wafts around you,
Her intensely staring eyes entice you in and then...
She strikes!
Medusa strikes and you are never to be seen
again...

As you stand there, your skin cracks and hardens, your bones
creak and your seemingly-indestructible heart aches.
Your sturdy body becomes fragile and frail and then...
You have been turned to stone!
She struck!
Medusa struck and you are never to be seen again...

As you stand there, still and lifeless, you regret giving in
to temptation.
You knew she was a Gorgon and you knew the risks.
You could have easily picked up
that long forgotten, torn silk banner
to shelter your once dazzlingly white, shiny eyes.
But alas, you are no more.
She struck.
Medusa struck, but you will never strike again...

The Darkness by Dion Upton (aged 12)

The darkness is coming
and it won't be cunning

You won't know it's there
it could be disguised as a bear

You won't know it's there
it could be disguised as a hare

But you will know it's there when you see the face
and your heartbeat begins to pace

Updated Feb 25th 2010

My Animal Poem by Emma Moore

I'm am as happy as a monkey with a banana
I'm as happy as a horse in the stables
I' m as lonely as a tortoise in a shell
I'm as sad as a kitten without its mummy
I'm as unhappy as a fox without its cub
I'm as happy as a dolphin swimming in the ocean
I'm as sad as a lion locked up in a cage
I'm as lonely as a camel in the desert

My Little Poem by Dion (aged 12)

I once had a ball,
Who I nick-named Paul,
Who, I one day kicked with tense,
Right Over The Fence!

Fall by Donna Mimica (aged 12)

The wind is swishing
Orange, crispy leaves hanging
Hoping not to fall

Life Got Cold by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)

I was interested in how life was, how they used to live
So when I got given the chance to go back, no thought did I give
I was standing there with others, an ivory robe clinging to me, my face making a smile
There were tanned men holding chunks of chalky brick, heaving them onto a pile
I was in Egypt, the land of the pyramids, oh how thrilling
This was what I always wanted, the dream I was fulfilling
But suddenly I was taken, put in this place with children of different ages
It was like part of a story, an avid reader turning the pages
We were going to be punished, the signs were clear
Although we were only there a minute, it felt like several years
I closed my eyes and wished hard, trying to squint my way into the modern world
I was back in school, it had all been swirled
The bell rings, and we all stand up to leave
I wait until the others go, thinking about the wish I had received

February by Scott Grunerud (aged 11)

Stay indoors as it pours.
Gloomy, cloudy outdoors.
Nature won.
In killing the fun.
Now we can't run
In the warm sun.
Trapped like rats in a cage
Might as well turn a page.

Ocean Cat by Paula Estrada (aged 11)

Think of a stormy ocean as a cat,
Leaping and pouncing like the furious waves.
It hisses and yowls,
Like the roaring thunder.
The cat’s hair stands up on its back,
Like an enormous tsunami.
It clings on to you,
Like an ocean that keeps you in its grasp.
The monstrous storm always coming towards you,
Like the staring eyes of a cat.

Think of a calm ocean as a cat,
Purring like the light crash of the waves.
Its sleek fur straight,
Like the moving water.
Its eyes,
As clear as the lazy ocean,
And sleeping as a napping cat.
Lapping its milk,
Like the slight waves.

Mr Mavor's Ice Cream Shop by Sara Grunerud (aged 11)

Mr Mavor's Ice Cream Shop,
Had so many yummy flavors,
They were simply delicious,
Here are his flavors that are very simple,
Frog Nut Pimple,
Lizard Guts,
Hairy Mutts,
Pigeon Pee,
Bumble Bee,
Platypus Tail,
Oversized Whale,
Polar Bear Nose,
Sloppy Joes,
Banana Peel,
Electric Eel,
Jellyfish Tentacles,
Donkey Ankles,
Orang-utan Cheese,
Buffalo Knees,
Chilli Peppers,
Hand Clappers,
There are many more,
But these are galore,
When you're on the block,
Step in and take a try,
At Mr.Mavor's Ice Cream Shop.

Spring Festival by Erika Cornett (aged 10)

Cherry blossoms bloom
Petals shower the warm ground
It's festival time

December by Arvin Bhambra (aged 12)

I look at my watch it is 12:01am.
I look up the chimney, where could he be?
I know who you are wondering who he is.
He is Santa Claus.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Merry Christmas!
Where is that coming from?
I look outside my window Santa…Santa…Santa Claus is here.
I quickly get some oatmeal cookies and pour a glass of milk.
Santa Claus is sliding down the chimney now.
I'd better hide down. Quick!
Now Santa Claus is walking to the snack I put out for him.
I turn on the light - it's him…Santa Claus.
Have you been a good boy?
I think so?
Santa has finished his snack.
Bye Santa!
Bye James!
He knew my name!

Looking Out the Window I Saw by Abby Roper (aged 9)

Peacock feathers spread wide
while snake heads formed an iridescent fountain;
whales thrashing in the icy cold sea;
an Indian's hut sitting in the snowy plain;
the bellowing echo of dragons;
goblins playing in a swamp of glistening gold ...

Blue Donna by Mimica (aged 12)

Blue looks like a summer sky
And a beautiful blue-jay flying up high.
Blue is like two big blue eyes
And sometimes reminds me of scary night cries.
People think of blue when they're sad
Not when they are happy or glad.
Blue smells like fresh air and an ocean too
Imagine what color the the sky could be if it wasn't blue.
Blue sounds like waves hitting rocks
And birds chirping and flying all together in flocks
Blue tastes like a big blueberry pie.
And if you eat too much it might make you sigh.
Blue feels like ice that is about to melt
And blue reminds you how you felt
I love the color blue . . . .
Don't you?

Blue by Scott Grunerud (aged 11)

Blue is the color of the water
In the deep blue sea.
Blue is the color of the sky
Hanging high above me.
Blue is the color of a parrot
Flapping its wings.
Blue is color of frosting
Topped on a cake.
Blue is color of a kite
Soaring high in the sky.
Blue is the color of a fish in the sea
Looking up at me.
Blue is the color of a tulip
Long and graceful.

A Berry by Erika Cornett (aged 10)

There once was a berry named Ed
Who was so pretty and red
But he wanted to be green
So he got in a machine
And turned into a pie instead.

February by Arvin Bhambra (aged 12)

I look outside my window, it's raining
that gives me a sign it's February.
I am inside my house safe from the rain.
I am playing video games, I look outside my window
Oh no! It is raining even more.
What should I do?
My sister is at my friend's house,
my mum, my dad and my other sister are shopping.
I look outside my window, it has stopped raining.
I go outside
It's hailing
Now I am soaking wet.

Food by Elizabeth S. (aged 12)

Crunchy and munchy,
Sweet and sour,
All the flavors I have in an hour,
Coffee and toffee,
Vanilla and chocolate
Any more I might blast like a rocket
Doubles or roti
Broccoli and Beans
I think something is wrong with my jeans
Macaroni and baloney
Chicken or steak
I may get a stomach ache
Strawberries and blueberries
A sandwich of man which
I am probably so full
That I may use fowl language
Now it is time to go to bed
Tomorrow I will start it all over again

The Northern Lights by Chynah Saxton (aged 10)

As you walk through the cold wet snow,
You will see the Northern Lights up above,
They are yellow, pink, orange and lilac, multi-coloured,
You will be lucky to see these wonderful lights.

The Scabby Shop by Matthew (aged 8)

There once was a shop owned by Mrs Gun,
Where nobody ever dared to come.
The shop was old , the shop was rusty,
and when you walked in it smelled really musty!

She sold lots of things all out if date,
(I think the delivery must have been late!)
From large bags of rice infested with mice,
To tinned food for cats that looked more like rats!

So shop if you dare, but I'm saying beware
And don't say I didn't warn you!!!!

Clouds by Isabella Cottam (aged 11)

Mountains of sleek candyfloss towering above small flat beds of land,
intimidating them petrifying them.
Golden light plays, dances in the coarse cloud bank
pinpricking them with yellow jewels of laughing light;
wandering aimlessly across the vacant, serene sky, soft blue sky.
Large crystal droplets or glittering silver raindrops
trickle forlornly down the clouds trembling, troubled faces
saluting the universe.

Red by Asen Olovanov (aged 11)

Red is scary, full of fright
It is devil, evil, bloody
Red is can sometimes be the sky
Red is to be shy,
Like when you meet new people
It is loving someone
It is battles being fought
Red is endless pain,
Like torture that wouldn't stop

Vampire by Paula Estrada (aged 11)

VAMPIRES!
Crawling through the night,
Thirsting for your blood!
Hiding, waiting,
For the right moment of ATTACK!
Their pale reflection,
White teeth as sharp as knives,
Against their
Cold, dry,
Bright red lips.
Their gorgeous features
Hypnotize you!
You're hopeless!
Its evil eyes weaken you!
It doesn't waste this moment.
Its blazing knives PUNCTURE your neck!
The life is drained from you body!
Its thirst is quenched!
Your lifeless corpse,
Lays there, dead.

Difference by Leung Calvin (aged 9)

The difference between Ms Feng (my class teacher) and cute
I don't think there is a difference
But this was a lie.
One day she was back
Me and my friend were angry
I said she was not and he said yes
and the monitor said what the......
and we said
SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ski Slope by Isabella Cottam (aged 11)

Rolling white strips of bleak ribbon entwine themselves
in large, cumbersome fir trees, twinkling with a dampened smile,
as the harsh sun sizzles the forlorn, winding curves of silvery snow.
Rich drops of blinding brightness plummet
into a desperately sheer drop of icy coldness.
Gentle grins and laughing faces,
the kind flakes of glittering powder giggle gleefully,
as they form an easy sloping hill.

Paradise City by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)

There's a place in my head where I can get away from it all
I close my eyes and into that land I fall
The trees are mighty and tall and the grass is lush and green
Nobody controls you, there's no king and no queen
No prejudice remarks or violent tones; you're loved
There are no crimes, all the murderers are ungloved
The sun glares at you from above; beautiful and bright
Everyone is normal, what a wonderful sight
You can scream and scream and nobody would hear
You could run forever, but not running from fear
You could dance all day long and never get tired
You've got everything you need, nothing is required
And when you're just getting used to it, you're stomach goes tight
But you open you're eyes to the world and you know it's going to be alright.

Mountains by Isabella Cottam (aged 11)

Strips of ferociously torn rock, blanketed in rotting brown mos
that creeps into crevices, lined with thick oily shadows of the forgotten.
Dry as bone, the cracked, jagged surface,
surveys the bleak, barren, brown landscape
that engulfs them in a dreary sheet of grit and dirt.
Trapped inside a dull, brown shell, sits a beating heart,
almost disintegrated, by the overwhelming sharpness
of its unforgiving surroundings,
but nevertheless the heart thumps dully
inside the mountains weather-beaten rind.

Night World by Isabella Cottam (aged 11)

A dark, sharp, frozen blanket engulfs you in icy clutches,
as the ghostly white moon shimmers,
leaking unearthly silver light into the earth's solid, black roof.
It is shivering, lost, swallowed, pathetically
by the bottomless sheet of elegant darkness, that surrounds it at every turn.
Windows stained with sleek stars of grace, of poise, of glittering meaning,
gaze into a silken heaven intruded with pinpricks of light,
until daylight drags them down into the canary yellow horizon.
Oily shadows of the forgotten, trickle down the icy, unlit streets
drifting away into nothingness.
As the sun's shining heart dapples the sky with golden specks of golden light.

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My Mum by Alex Arias Alvarez (aged 11)

She is a big fluff of joy,
She enjoys everything you do,
But be mean,
She well chase you do Aberdeen.

Nature Poem by Form 5 CLIB

The grass screams slowly when the bugs torture its blades,
The flower cries as the sun disappears,
The tree sleeps and breathes like it always did,
The tree cheers as spring arrives,
The rocks jump into the sea to cool down,
The rocks crackle as the sea flows over them,
The sea sings when he feels people swimming on him,
The sea plays with the fishes all night,
The wind walks away after the Autumn season,
The clouds run away when the wind goes mad,
The wind laughs as he blows the leaves away,
The clouds cry over the rocks when they were sad.
Nature is our mother.

My Wrecked Trousers by Charlotte N

My wrecked trousers have been through a lot ever since they were bought,
like when I played P.E in my trousers and fell over in a massive mud puddle.
THE WORST DAY EVER!

My wrecked trousers,
the toughest trousers ever.
how they survived I do not know!
All they have been through, those poor, poor trousers!
I feel so sorry for them poor trousers.

I wonder how it feels to be them trousers,
they must be terribly cold,
they must want a break
maybe some Victorian cake and a cup of hot cocoa with
cream and marshmallows on the top.

Délicieux by Rhea Kulkarni (aged 11)

A plate is set before me.
Surrounded by a group of horrified, distorted, grimacing faces.
Who will go first?
The faces turn slowly.
To me, they nod.
Motioning toward the oily, shrivelled, green invertebrates
With trembling hands,
I lift one, stab it with the two tined fork .
Its black body quivers.
I close my eyes,
Pop it into my mouth and chew.
Its fleshy body bursts
Smoothing my tongue with buttery silkiness.
Allowing the taste of freshly-cooked herbs to wash around my mouth.
The pungent tang of garlic, the subtle, earthy taste of parsley.
I swallow and smile
Delicious
I lift another from the plate.
No longer slimy snails,
But delicious Parisian delicacies prepared by culinary artists.
Escargots

My Sisters by Nada Montague (aged 11)

I have two sisters
they love to fight
in the middle of the night
and they never stop
until they fall asleep

they would fight every day
and still they never stop
but one day they froze
and I saw one of them with a hose
and the other with a shoe
and I heard someone say 'MOO'
my sisters dropped and never woke up!

Goat to Tiger by Peter Lau (age 9)

Goat
yummy,cute
walking,eating,sleeping
horns,grasses,dangerous,meat
catching,roaring,eating
terrible,scary
Tiger

Football by Bradley J (aged 11)

Fantastic finish, it's in the back of the net
We're there, in the final
Offside, said the ref when it was in the back of net
Oh my god, ref, it's in the back of the net
The ref gave a freekick to the opposite side
I couldn't believe it.
By five seconds the free kick was taken
And the match continued
Our long range shot put it in the back of the net
and the ref gave it!
We partied all day.

So You Want To Be a Spy? by Isa Waheed (aged 11)

If your going to be a spy
make sure you don't die
You will need special SAS training
Soon you realize all the talents you are gaining

The next week you will be sent on a mission
Make sure you give the least of suspicion
Through the obstacles you will go
Figuring out who's friend or foe

Try and take out the guard
Try and do it without any regard
Hide the body in a room
Under the shelf behind a broom

Sneak into the office and take the file
Make sure your not seen from at least a mile
Back at base they'll give you a case
With your salary to take care of your family.

Fire to Ice by Ng Mei Yau (aged 10)

Fire
hot, red
cooking, steaming frying
nature, opposites, kitchen, experiments
melting, freezing, dripping
smooth, cool
Ice

The Three Pollutions by Courtney P (aged 11)

Car exhaust fumes burn the air,
No-one realised it was a scare.
Acid rain falls from the sky,
This will cause the jungles to die.
The smog that comes out of the cooling tower,
Is giving everyone all the power.
The coal was being burnt in the air,
But no-one did care.
All the rubbish is being poured into the sea,
But the fish had nowhere to flee.
It's near the end of my story,
But our future is very gory.

Rap by Lauren F, Chloe R, Thomas W & Evie W and Jamie M

Don't drop litter, it's really bitter,
Killing animals is so sad.
Litter, litter, it's really bad,
so don't drop litter it makes us mad!

Smoke from chimneys makes acid rain,
kills the forest and the real rain.
Litter, litter, it's really bad,
so don't drop litter, it makes us mad!

Cars and vans make pollution
so here is a solution.
Litter, litter, it's really bad
so don't drop litter it makes us mad!

Reduce, Re-use, Recycle

Medusa by Isabella Cottam (aged 11)

Rolling ribbons of writhing wriggling black snakes dance and snap, bruising the innocent air.
The snakes are bound to Medusa's skeletal skull, making slimy serpent trails of fiery jade hair.

Her skin hangs in dead blankets of dust, smothering her small grey bones, snapping them until she melts into a stony sheet of limp, lifeless skin.

Hollow pits of swirling violent madness are what she calls her eyes, they are dead but alive, like foggy white opals leaping and dancing out of her menacing silver skull, illuminating the dark, damp, dismal room.

A frozen grip suffocates you in icy stone, wrapping around you in a sticky web, sending you to a painful death.

Autumn by Chynah Saxton (aged 10)

The countryside looked amazing,
With colours of golden red and orange,
Autumn had arrived.

Woodland creatures,
Busied themselves collecting food,
For the forthcoming winter.

Squirrels darted at the bottom of the trees,
Looking for that last nut,
To fill their pills of food.

The birds overhead leaving their homes,
In search of a warmer climate,
Made beautiful patterns in the sky,
Making me feel apart from their journey.

Closing my eyes and breathing deeply,
I can smell the soft autumn winds of change,
I feel as one with nature and ready to bed down,
For winters dark, gloomy, cold days.

Day to Night by Cheung Kin Wang

Day
noisy, busy
Rushing, playing, walking
People, animals, tree, building
Sleeping, eating, dreaming
Peaceful, windy
Night

Those People by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)

They are the ones who scare me, who make me wake up in the night
They are the people who might hurt me, who might make me see the light
They are the ones who are in disguise
Vibrant clothes covering their bodies and contact lenses on their eyes
It can happen to anyone and it can happen anywhere
They might do it alone, or together, that horrid pair.

Here are some fantastic poems by Year 2 Children all about Victorian Children at Work.

The Spooky Mine by Edie and Amy (aged 7 & 6)

In the dark coal mines,
It was frightening down there,
I got blurry eyes and they were watering,
My back was scraping, ouch!
It was noisy like a helicopter as the carts rolled,
My hands and feet felt sore.

The Climbing Boys Get Stuck by Blake and Hannah (aged 6)

Inside the chimney it's dark and scary,
Every time I go up there I graze my back and knees,
In the chimney it's as dark as the night,
I can't even see a clump of soot,
I get soot in my mouth,
The master yells,"Get working"!
I have saw blurry blind eyes.

Sad Day by Eddie, Nathan and Phoebie (aged 6)

It was a horrible wet day,
It was my turn to go up the dark and smelly chimney.
I cut my knees and grazed my back, my tummy hurt because I was so hungry. I am sad and frightened of my master, the thought of him caning the soles of my feet makes me work harder.
At the end of the day and the chimney's have been swept I am happy
My work is done.

The Chimney Boy by Elliot and Solomon (aged 6)

Inside the chimney it's as dark as the night sky,
Once I was climbing my master shouted, "Get on with it dirty boy."
I looked up and saw the day light,
Soot fell on me,
I could not move.
I could not breathe!

Down the Mines by Elsie and Chantelle (aged 6)

Inside the deep dark coal mines there are creepy crawlies,
My eyes are blurry and itchy,
I'm frightened but my boss is calling,
"Get on with it you little brat."
He is angry,
I am very scared.

The Chimney Boy Story by Georgia and Oliver (aged 6)

Inside the dark sooty chimney it felt rough and pointy
I feel as sore as a burning rash.
I was as hungry as a crocodile,
It was as dark as the black clouds.
When the master said get working brat. I felt worried.
I grazed my back and my feet and hands.

The Terrifying Coal Mines by Liam and Joshua (aged 6)

Inside the coal mines it's dark and freezing,
I feel terrified,
It's so dark I can't even see the coal!
I got into the bucket and
my master pulled me up.

The Mysterious Coal Mine by Liam B and Jacob (aged 6)

Inside the mysterious mines it's pitch black,
It is a terrifying job!
It's as dark as the mysterious midnight sky,
I'm as frightened as a baby black bird,
Up above its as bright as a shiny candle.

Inside the Chimney by Mille and Kuba (aged 6 and 7)

Inside the chimney it's dark and sooty,
Now that my aching body is hurting,
When I come out of the chimney my eyes are blurry and sore,
I can't even see because my eyes are closed.

In the Mines by Kieron and Abi (aged 6)

In the extremely cold coal mines,
I was crying.
My master said, "Get working you little brat!"
The next day I had a rest,
but that's a crime.

The Chimney Boys by Lily and Eleanor (aged 7 & 6)

Inside the sooty spooky chimney,
It's as black as a crow in there,
It's not fair,
The master yells, "Get working dirty boy!"
In two hours I go to the next house,
It's so narrow and very hard to climb,
It's so terrifying.

The Mines by Sean and Jay (aged 7)

Inside the mines it's pitch black,
There's terrifying ghosts and creepy bats.
The coal is heavy as a brick,
I feel as scared as a mouse,
There's no time to play or the master will yell,
"Get working you little brat!"
There's mysterious noises,
I feel like ghosts are surrounding me.

Updated 21st January 2010

I Saw a City Sleeping by Tiseer (aged 10)

Last night I saw the city sleeping
It is a black crow,
Its long wings stretched out so far
The tall giraffes tall and narrow
Its eyes giving light for the dark night

My Mum by Saphia Sebbak (aged 11)

My mum's a steamroller
She flattens everything in her path
Nothing stops her.
My dad tried once
And now he's a pancake.

Her eyes are like a scorching fire in a jar,
Her mouth is like an out-of-control Hoover that will
Suck up anything in its way.
Her teeth are a rusty bumper,
Her head is like a kettle that boils up really quickly.
And her heart is a sickening black engine.

I want my real mother back!!

In a Weird Land by Saneeha Noor (aged 10)

I fell through a hole on my way to school
And found myself in a land that was full of fools
Some of them were weird and some of them were blind
A few of them were mean but most were kind
I saw the moon shimmering in the murky sky
While the rotten eggs played blind man bluff with the blind fools but why?
I don't think I was dreaming but it's so hard to believe
For nothing is quite what it seems in the land called
Sticky Mickey Toe Blush

The Water Nymph by Isabella Cottam (aged 11)

A cascade of sleeping golden hair dances,
looping in and out of transparent waters skimming
emerald chains of seaweed draped across dusty silver rocks.
Above the silken watery blanket lays an untroubled face,
sparkling as if every single delicate feature
has been carved out of a brittle diamond
Translucent toes scrape the uneven sandy surface
as her thin sapphire dress
twirls around slender ivory legs in elegant twists
like shining clusters of luminous fairies.
When the velvety night raps the ocean
in its satin arms
the water nymph comes alive
and sings in stars to sleep with her unearthly voice.

Arnold Schwarzenegger by Aisha Minopoli (aged 11)

Arnold is as strong as a bull
He is as wise as a wizard
His skin is tanned
Arnold is as strong as a bull

Arnold is as strong as a bull
Tall like a giraffe
Mayor of California
He has a strong laugh
Arnold is as strong as a bull

A House by Aisha R (aged 10)

My mouth is the creaking door
My eyes are the swelling windows
My breath is the smoking chimney
My gown is the wet brunet bricks
My shelter is the triangle roof
My friends are the friendly humans living in me
All come and live in me
Because I am a friendly house

I Saw the City Sleeping by Hana Montague (aged 10)

I saw the city sleeping
The traffic lights shut its eyes.
The building fell down.
The horn on the cars were snoring.
The letterbox yawned.
I saw the city sleeping.

Fantastic Facts by Isa Waheed (aged 10)

In the UK
People say
There's a party in the USA

In New York
All the dorks
Cannot open corks

In Peru
Everyone sucks their shoe
Because there a little coo-coo

In Hawaii
People sigh
Because they cannot fly

In Italy
In a place called Sicily
Everyone eats Dairy Lea

In China
There's a guy called Meeshi Lina
Who works in a diner

In France
There's a guy called Lance
Who's always in a trance

In Chad
There's a lad who is mad
And he likes being sad

In Spain
Everyone's insane
And a real pain

In Japan
They all ran
From Jackie Chan

I Saw the City Sleeping by Zackaria Elbanna (aged 10)

I saw the city sleeping
The clouds were snoring
The cinema could not work any more
The insects lying on the floor
I could only see black, nothing more
The only thing I heard was that horrible snore

Limerick by Bethany Harwood (aged 9)

There once was a cat and a rat
Who loved to sit and chat
They like to play
Throughout the day
Then curl upon the mat

Koopi by J. Yambing

Koopi, Koopi,
Small little frog,
Hopping popping,
Green brown frog.
Small little frog,
One of a kind,
Green brown frog,
Frog not a dog,
One of a kind,
My little brown buddy,
Frog not a dog,
Best of the best.
My little brown buddy,
My small little dude,
Best of the best…
My Pet Koopi

Fab Facts by Fatima

In France
You're not going to get a chance
If you want to dance

In Chad
The crazy lads
Always go mad

In Japan
People ran
To get raining pans

In Spain
The chains
Are always lifted by plane

In Jordan
There is a place called Morgan
But everyone is called Gordon

In Sydney
Doctors take out kidneys
That belong to Hindus

In Peru
People have flu
And it is quite true

In Ghana
My teacher called Rana
Is always eating a banana

In the Land Called Fee Fee Fee by Aishah Saeed (aged 10)

I fell through a puddle on my way to school
And found myself in a land full of over-grown fools
Some of them were dumb and some of them were laughing
A few of them were cool but most of them were dancing
I saw a dinosaur shimmering in the murky sea
While the mice played blind man's bluff with the fleas
I don't think I was safe but it was so hard to see
For nothing is quite what it seems in the land called
Fee-Fee-Fee

Fantastic Facts by Ahmed (aged 10)

In New York
People don't eat pork
Unless they have a fork

In Argentina
They drink Ribena
And act like a hyena.

In Madrid
There's a certain kid
That always hid.
.
In Peru
I saw doctor who
Was going to the loo

In United States
They have dates
But no plates.

In Japan
There is a guy called Jacki Chan
Who comes from Pakistan.

In Ukraine
There a certain plain
That takes you to Spain.

Updated 6th January 2010

Smile by Aliza (aged 9)

Smile is good for the bones in your jaw
Magical smiles are better
If you smile you will be happy whatever the situation
Love may be at its tip
Ensure you are always smiling

My Dad by Alex Arias Alvarez (aged 11)

My dad is a tank
big and strong
and nothing stops him achieving his goal
even through wind and drought
and always finds his own way out

My Sister by Alex Arias Alvarez (aged 11)

My sister is a flower
calm and kind
but when she gets angry
she turns into poison ivy.

Chocolate by Bianca Gigi (aged 10)

When you take a bite
You will taste delight
Chocolate makes me smile
It makes my style
It's a sweet,
And will never taste like meat.

A Field of Poppies by Freya (aged 10)

Scarlet clusters of poppies stretch as far as the eye can see,
Barely visible beneath the thickly spread silver filter 'mist' the poppies inhabit the dead earthy ground.
As the mist lifts the poppies distil themselves to turn their heads and salute the sky,
To salute the ground,
Each other,
Then each and every vibrant poppy turns their deep red heads and bends in a bow to the soldiers,
Scattered here and there between the scarlet clusters of poppies
stretching as far as the eye can see.

My Dad (part 2) by Alex Arias Alvarez (aged 11)

He's a bright light
He's a light summer's day
and really cool in winter
He's a sunny hot day
He's a dictionary
and a master mind
HE'S MY DAD

Updated 4th December

Ice Cream, Ice Cream by Phoenix Atkins (aged 8)

Ice cream, ice cream very sweet,
It is my favourite treat.
You can't get it in the sea,
Or up a huge, huge tree.

My favourite flavour is chocolate,
You should try it too!
Ice cream, ice cream very sweet,
It is my favourite treat.

Ice cream, ice cream very sweet,
It is my favourite treat.
You can't get it in the sea,
Or up a huge, huge tree.

Vanilla, vanilla very yellow,
When I eat it I feel mellow.
Ice cream, ice cream very sweet,
It is my favourite treat.

Ice cream, ice cream very sweet,
It is my favourite treat.
You can't get it in the sea,
Or up a huge, huge tree.

The Spring is Here by Angie Ledroit (aged 10)

The sunrise painted a beautiful picture in the sky,
The tall green grass danced in the wind,
The flowers waved at me as I walked through the park,
I watched the flower bulbs stretch out of the soil after the light spring rain,
The poison ivy vines raced up the side of the tree,
The thorn bush pinched at our ankles as we walked on the trail,
The rainbow brushed the sky with brilliant colors of the world.

Updated 20th Nov 09

Homer Simpson by Phoenix (aged 8)

Donut Eater
Cartoon Character
Duff Drinker
T.V Watcher
Crazy Eater
Bumpy Driver
Kid Lover
Yellow Father

Marge Simpson by Phoenix (aged 8)

Work job
QUITE BOSSY!
Lovely mother
Got three children
Love them lots
Very blue bushy hair!

Bullet Train by Peter Barnes (aged 10)

It was a raging storm of thunder,
Blinding, crashing, bustling with people.
As fast as a cheetah, catching it's prey.
A mouse running to its hole.
Like a hawk, soaring through the sky.
Roaring like the sea on a stormy night.
Running like Usain Bolt.
Like a gunshot, streamline.
He's racing in first place.
His competitor train is closing in on him.
Running all day, he turns up his engine and transforms
himself into a rocket,
Tearing the air in half.
Zooming dangerously to his destination.
YES! HE'S WON!
He's won the bullet train race.

Space by Jasmine Wilson (aged 9)

Going through space at your own pace.
Enjoy the sights 'cos the stars are so bright.
Gliding you through the universe.

Flying in my rocket with space dust in my pocket.
My heart beating fast.
I wish this would last.
All the way to the Sun.

Zoom Zoom, going to the Moon.
Staying there until noon.
With all my friends until the universe finally ends.

The Spring Poem by Anastasia Chernysh (aged 11)

The flowers of the spring opened their sleepy eyes.
The spring wind whispered in people's ears.
The trees that grow in spring stretched their still and tired backs.
The sleepy birds took a shower under the crying leaves.
The soaked up grass took a drink of the rain fallen water.
The rain blubbered tears on the irritated ground.
The wet and soggy swings shouted an opera concert.
The house mattered words and spread them around the town.
The petals from the flowers flew around and sang windy songs.
The blurry clouds sent their tears down to the ground.
The cheerful sun slipped on the black shades.
The livid tornado yelled at the grey clouds soldiers to stand straight up.

A Poppy Field by Isabella Cottam (aged 10)

Coarse silver clusters of frozen air flow in an unearthly rhythmic dance,
filtering through a vacant sky,
jelling scarlet poppy heads to the barren brown ground
until the wind gives up and blows helplessly away.

Underneath a damp uneven surface lie many liquid ghosts
lying eerily in wait for their time to rise again,
dreaming icy nightmares from their time in the war,
when blood lay like a livid red blanket over the muddy brown field
replacing poppies until a comforting web of peace
was wrapped around the world again,
but sadly
not for long.

Space by Luke Harrison (aged 10)

Way up high in the space sky.
Lived a little green man
With planets to fly by.

Counting stars as he passed by.
A big ball of cheese caught his eye.
He decided to follow for a quick picnic lunch
and then he decided to have a quick munch!

He saw a shiny star fly through the sky.
Which made him think what else would pass by.
Just as he sat in his space ship alone
He thought about his family at home.

As he put his space ship into first gear
He raced to the planet which was really quite near.
To see his family all waiting at home and
His little green dog who brought him a bone.

Spring Has Entered the Building by Sarah (aged 10)

Winter droned on, and no one got anything done
The seasons and people waited in hope for spring to arrive
And it did, with a very grand entrance.
Every corner of the room was full of cheer
Little flower buds bloomed and the room was no longer a cold miserable place,
"Today the branches are completely bare,
tomorrow a hint of green will be there,
the day after though, it will be quite a sight!
With its wonders and many, many delights!"
Exclaimed Spring proudly,
Everyone and every thing was hit with a sudden gust of the feeling of magic The room went from a pale blank white, to a joyful rainbow color
All the deserted parks in the land were transferred immediately into children-packed playgrounds,
Birds chirped in the trees and squirrels chattered away with their scavenged chestnuts and berries that were left behind by other hibernating animals
"Heaven on earth!" The flowers, plants and children chanted,
But just as fast as it came, it went, swept up, off its feet elegantly,
it waved gracefully as she left,
"Spring has left the building," everyone sobbed, but in its place entered Summer and Spring was soon forgotten until the next year…

Updated 4th November 2009

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Farmer, Farmer by Max Brockwell (aged 7)

Farmer, farmer, harvest the crops.
Put into store or fill the shops

Farmer, farmer, up at dawn
Out in the fields cutting the corn

Farmer, farmer, works all day
Digging up carrots and baling hay

Farmer, farmer fruit to sell
Apple and pears and plums as well

Farmer, farmer, out at night
Driving a tractor in fading light

Farmer, farmer, go to bed
Time to rest your weary head.

Fireworks by Corey Soanes (aged 10)

Fireworks cracking and banging
Indigo and allsorts of colours
Ringing people's ears
Ecru coloured sparks falling out of the sky
Wow, what a lovely sight
Oh, but be careful because they can really hurt you
Red, yellow, green, blue
Knowing they need to please you
Sparklers glowing nice and bright and have a good night

The Deadly Killer by Amber Sanderson Cooper (aged 9)

Toxic chocker,
Violent exploder,
Town striker,
Weather changer,
Smoke puffer,
Ash stuffer,
Lava flower,
Smoke blower,
Deadly killer,
Heart breaker,
Angry raker.

What are Names? by Abigail Smith (aged 9)

What is a name, that's what I'll never know.
Does it have a smell or even a new look or hair style?
Does it show emotions or even just a wink?
Does it have a friend and what is its friend called, if it has one?
Does it like chocolate or sweets like me?
Does it look like me and you or more like an animal?
Does it like activities like singing, dancing or writing poems?
Does it have to go to school every day except weekends? BORING!!!!
Does it have a mum and dad name like us or does it live on its own?
Does it have a favorite lesson if it goes to school?
But when I asked my teacher what a name was she said I was being silly and that a name was what you call some thing, like for instance Abigail is a name.
I said that I was not silly - it's just I did not know!
The teacher said don't answer back.
But I did not!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So now my name is Abigail!
I still think that teachers wrong!!!!!!!!!!

(So do I - RS)

I Wonder by Ezara Boyce-Swann (aged 10)

Do you ever wonder how the world was made?
Did it just appear or was it laid?

I wonder how weather can exist?
The first could be sun or could be mist?
I wonder how trees were grown?
It could be like a dog and bone,

I wonder why a tortoise is slow?
I wonder where he's been?
I wonder if he's ready to go?
Or maybe in between.

I wonder how a giraffe grows?
How he gets so tall,
Are they endangered?
Or aren't they at all.

I wonder how a lion hunts
So quietly in the grass?
How does he wait so silently
For an antelope to pass?

I wonder how a snake survives,
Without arms or legs,
They've got those fangs as sharp as knives,
They wait for their prey and begs!

Year 6 Poem by Faye (aged 6)

To Whom it may concern

I'm Finally in year six,
But my learning I have to fix.
Sometimes I don't listen,
As I watch the sun glisten.

My teachers are on about SATS,
whilst I just think about cats.
I wish I was back in the infants,
I should because I can't make a rhyme
and I am running out of time.

That's all I have to say,
because now I have to play.
Time to say bye-bye,
And maybe eat some pie.

Dad by Libby Dean (aged 10)

Cleaning hater,
Bad dancer,
Big hugger,
Loud shouter,
Food hogger,
Deep sleeper,
Loud snooer.

Volcano by Jaydeep Raval (aged 10)

Volcano creator,
Gas master,
Huge erupter,
Big twister,
Massive blister,
Earth's destroyer,
Suffocating creator,
Erupting monster.

Super Shepherd's Pie by Phoenix Atkins (aged 8)

I really like to buy,
Super shepherd's pie.
It is tasty, delicious and sort of mashy
It is made from a lot of things.
I really like to buy,
Super shepherd's pie.

Shepherd's pie is as tasty as chocolate.
It is my favourite meal,
I really like to buy,
Super shepherd's pie.

I really like to buy,
Super shepherd's pie.
It is tasty, delicious and sort of mashy.

Rhyme Poem by Rory Gleeson (aged 12)

So smart are little elves
They can even count by twelves

So grumpy is a brownie
He is often very frowny

So prissy is a pixie
She is quite a nasty nixie

So fat and gluttonous is a gnome
All he does is sit around at home

So meek and mild is a sprite
When nervous he takes flight

So few friends has a dwarf
He is often pushed right off the wharf

So pompous is a gremlin
He thinks he rules the Russian Kremlin

So sneaky is the leprechaun
His pot of gold is a shining icon

Volcano by Ellis (aged 9)

Deathly choker,
Lava splutter,
Violent banger,
Pompeii disaster,
Gas shooter,
Massive suffocater,
Inferno maker.

No Snow by Clara Gaddie (aged 12)

Currently there's a lack of snow
Therefore I'd really like to go
To a place where the weather is not so lukewarm
And time is frozen in a bleached winter storm.
Snow flakes falling! I'd feel so divine
If winter showers could forever be mine.
My studies keep me from this, and so
I simply must live with this lack of snow.

What Am I? by Buki Jones (aged 10)

House cleaner,
Toilet brusher,
Big fusser,
Vegetable eater,
Homework checker,
Children lover.

Sockzzzz! by Fionnuala Keane (aged 8)

Long socks, sort socks
all sorts of socks,
stripy ones, spotty cones
ones with zaggy zigs
I have fifteen million pairs all in a pile.
Why not come see
These amazing, sockoholic
sockzzzzz are the best!!!
I love sockzz!!!!

Buki by Laurie Creed (aged 10)

Funny dancer,
Pet lover,
Book reader,
Good thinker,
Laptop lover,
Good listener,
Friend helper,
Good carer,

Homer Simpson by Sky (aged 9)

Donut Eater,
Cartoon Character,
Duff Drinker,
T.V Watcher,
Crazy Eater,
Bumpy Driver,
Kid Lover,
Yellow Father.

Hap Hap Happy Halloweeeeen! by Matthew and Aoife

Trick or treating, real good eating.
Food for all, I'm having a ball.
Moon shines straight in a line.
Cat's bat's all in one hat.
Devil's cat and witch's hat.
The doormat sat on a rat while the bee ate a cat.
The horse ran a mile
The ant ran a kilometre
The worm slithered a yard.
And all these thing hap hap happened on Halloweeeeen!!

Fruity Fruit by Ishaq Zafar

I like to eat an anxious apple
Juicy, sweet, crunchy
An apple is like a ball which is small
It's hard as a coconut

It is as red as red spray paint!
It is very healthy
But also wealthy
Crunchy, crunchy, crunchy

Sweet, sweet, sweet
Juicy, juicy, juicy
Hard, hard, hard

Reasons by Aoife (aged 11)

1. You are a giraffe
2. You have non-functioning stomach
3. Your feet do not work either
4. I can't find anymore reasons to help you.
5. You are the biggest walking mess I have ever seen.
92. I think it would be best you if you'd stayed in bed.
for that bus trip was a disaster and you shall no longer be a ballerina!

Volcano by Chelsea (aged 10)

Rock dropper
Flame filler
Toxic tanker
Stink boomer
Fire striker
Lava roller
Ground baker
And brain boiler

Boys by Buki Jones (aged 10)

Class Joker,
Messy Worker,
Dirty Eater,
Bad Dresser,
Money Waster,
Football Watcher,
TV hogger.

Hot Volcano by Georgia Herbert (aged 10)

Loud boomer,
Spread killer,
Rock melter,
Ground breaker,
Hot flamer,
Lava shredder,
Smoke breather,
People frightener,
Blanket burner,

Volcano by Alfie Kelly (aged 10)

Inferno blazer,
Ash streamer,
Lava shooter,
Deathly silencer,

Darkness maker,
Skin burner,
Throat choker,
Big bulldozer.

Volcano by Jai Jilka (aged 9)

Smoke ejector,
Sun disappearer,
Toxic gatherer,
Lava spitter,
Incredible blaster,
Dog burrier,
Town ender.

Volcano by Alex (aged 11)

Lava blaster,
Rubble spitter,
Land master,
Brain melter,
Toxic choker,
Chaos maker,
Angry smoker,
Ground shaker.

Volcano by Beverly Oppong (aged 9)

Heat giver,
Loud roarer,
Lava creator,
Blistering danger,
Black powder,
Smoke master,
Wave sweeper,
Death killer.

Volcano by Brogan Loudon (aged 10)

Disaster striker,
Loud roarer,
Quick thrasher,
Life taker,
Rock thrower,
Inferno pusher,
Bad smoker,
Gas maker,
Land burner

Volcano! by Jade Pateman (aged 10)

Lava squirter,
Smoke puffer,
Serious hurter,
Ground shaker,
Angry roarer,
Trouble maker,
Active exploder,
Toxic blaster.

The Killer Volcano by Priya Patel (aged 9)

Lava slasher,
Rock crumbler,
Life killer,
Violent exploder,
Smoke puffer,
Threatening danger,
Ground shaker,
Quick thinker.

Volcano by Chloe Davison (aged 9)

Life threatener,
Smoke puffer,
Lava spitter,
Ground shaker,
Roaring creature,
Quick splurter,
People killer,
Violent exploder

Under The Moon by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)

Always the same time, always the same place
Creeping around in the dark, only the gleam of the moon revealing his face
He checks into this hotel, in his tailored suit and slicked back hair
He checks in as a different person, not revealing his identity, he wouldn't even dare
When he's not staying in expensive hotels, he's planning his next murder or lurking around in the ebony night
But under his fancy clothes and beneath his black hair, the scars that cover his body would give you a fright
But he's not really a resident in posh hotels, he's a serial killer
If you've not heard of him, he's a monster, a horrid creature, a thriller.

Zee Problem with Her Neck! by Aoife (aged 11)

Eilean was tall, her neck was very, very long
Her ears where short
She was deaf on one side
Blind on the other
Her feet were back to front
Her tongue did not work
Her spots where all inside out
Her stomach didn't digest food.
"Eilean, Eilean, you have a problem," said zee doctor.
"I think your neck is broken"

Updated 15th October 2009

Hidden Secrets by Jack (aged 10)

I will put in my box the smell of a red rose
The beautiful sound of a giggling baby
The wonderful smell of cut grass
I will put in my box, the smell of newly baked bread
The lovely sight of a shimmering dolphin jumping
Out of the Ocean
The soft feel of warm sand against my toes
My box is as old as the Dinosaurs
The corners hold secrets only the elders of the
Universe know
The lid is as magical as Merlin's wand
And, my box I will keep safe locked up in my
Heart.

Why Recycle Mum by Annabelle Brookes

My mum is amazing,
mum is great,
she cooks dinner no matter how late.

My mum is brilliant,
let's be diligent
and get on with our homework.

Now You Know by Briony Kearney (aged 9)

Luxurious lemons are very sour
And as sharp as a shark's tooth!
But when you put it in your mouth
You'll jump around the room.

Perfect pineapple, very tangy
And green stalk just like hair!
Because it's got a beautiful taste
It's better than fruit or pear.

Ordinary orange, simply sweet,
Orange and round as a ball
If you keep on eating them
You'll grow nice and tall.

Crunchy carrot, munchy carrot
Just taste it on your tongue
When you do an orange thing
Makes you feel a new bell has rung.

Carrots, apples, lemons and strawberries
What a gorgeous taste belongs to them
But I have to say my favourite is
The lemon that shines like a gem

A School Chair by 6A Yew Chung International School of Beijing

As I sit here looking at the same Yew Chung sweater,
I wonder why I was given this life.
My legs are sore, my shoes are painful,
I can't understand why.

I complain every day with every movement,
I feel a thousand years old but I'm only two.
I have happy days when I'm with my friends,
I look into thousands of eyes and feel some kind of happiness.

Then I am moved from place to place
And I get bored and lonely,
Looking at yet another Yew Chung sweater,
This time a little dirtier.

My back aches when they take me upstairs,
They are bigger there.
The students sit on my lap,
I feel the burden of the Sodexo lunches.

Why oh why was I given this life?

God's Gift by Nimisha Mazumdar (aged 10)

God's gift is wonderful
But the way we use it is awful
He created cool breeze
But factories destroy this peace,
He created blue rivers to flow
By polluting it, we stop it to glow,
He created green nature all around
But I think his effort is driven aground,
'Cause we think it is nothing
It actually is an important thing
We should use his gift very carefully
As this is God's gift made beautifully

Fruity Fruit by Phoenix Atkins (aged 8)

I really like to eat…
Crunchy carrots
It is crunchy, munchy and scrunchy
A carrot is as crunchy as an apple.
A carrot is a sharp sword slicing into a fruit salad,
I really like to eat
Crunchy carrots.

I really like to eat…
Grungy, graceful grapes
They are purple and shaped like an egg,
A grape is as purple as a plum
I really like to eat...
Grungy, graceful grapes.

I really like to eat...
Amazing, awesome apples,
They are red, they are crunchy and juicy,
An apple is as red as blood.
I really like to eat...
Amazing, awesome apples.

IT by the Little Monsters of Years 3 and 4 Wells Cathedral School

The monster is behind me,
It's wibbly-wobbly slimy!
Roaring, 'Eewweoo bubbly-boo.'
And now IT's right beside me.

It's changing shape and sizes,
But IT's smelly (like a welly).
The monster's full of strange surprises.
Now I'm in IT's belly
Watching MONSTERS INC on telly.

Fruit by Nyah Bennett (aged 8)

I like eating bright red strawberries
They're like red roses
They're juicy and sweet
They're like beautiful flowers
There soft when you taste them

Lemons are sour as anything could be
Bright as a sun
The shape of a rugby ball
They're as shiny as can be

Oranges are as smooth as a wall
As tasty as can be
Oranges are a sponge
Sometimes round as a football

Life by Natalie Jeal (aged 10)

the grass stomps
the flowers wave
the sky is sunny
the animals cry
the insects crawl

In The Sky by Abigail Wright (aged 11)

In the sky at the darkest night I see the stars but no light.
Only the moon has a gentle light on those who are below.
In the morning a little sun appears and I see light
With only half it's energy on us today.
Soon I see more in the midday
And I see the light with all its energy this time.
Then it starts to get darker and darker.
It starts off with the moon to the stars to the sunlight in the morning.
How the sky looks upon us.

Haiku by Jack (aged 10)

Spring flowers reaching
The sunshine warming
Trees are blossoming.

Limey Lemon by Chloe Williams

I really like limey lemon
Juicy sweet and bitter
Yellow, yummy lemon, tangy in the sun
Yellow sharp yummy, lemon fun to eat!

Mini bright yellow lemon
Smooth and white
It's pale sometimes
It's shaped like a rugby ball!

Sometimes yellow as the sun
Sometimes shiny as can be
That what lemon tastes like
Come and see me if you want some.

Mango by Elle Clarke (aged 8)

Mangoes are sweet
And juicy as can be.
With custard and cream
It's yummy for me.
Red, green and orange
Like an autumn tree.

Fruity Food by Tony Purewal (aged 8)

I like eating adorable apple
They're green and juicy as an apple
They are sweet but not sweeter than wheat
I keep on crunching and munching until its gone.

I like eating limey lemon
It's yellow as the sunshine
I wish it grew in an hour
When I eat it gives me sour powers.

I like crunchy carrots
Crunchy as an ice cone
I hope my parrot doesn't eat my carrot
Watery, crunchy carrot.

Limerick by Jack (aged 10)

I sometimes have dinner with a fox
Whose house has many locks
The food is yummy
It fills my entire tummy
And I take my afters home in a box

My Grandfather by Nimisha Mazumdar (aged 10)

My grandfather was someone with silver hair
People like him can't be found everywhere
His heart was gold and pure
And that is something I am very sure
He was happy throughout
From him I never heard a shout
He used to go for walks up and down
On his face there wasn't a frown
All I want to say
I miss his presence everyday
I want to thank God!
I want to thank lord!
For making him so special
Like a shining star!

Pears by Nassar Qaiser

I like eating pears
They are green, crunchy and sweet.
They grow on trees
And they are lovely to eat.

Fruity Fruit by Zafar Ishaq

I like to eat an anxious apple
Juicy, sweet, crunchy
An apple is like a ball which is small
It's hard as a coconut

It is as red as red spray paint!
It is very healthy
But also wealthy
Crunchy, crunchy, crunchy

Sweet, sweet, sweet
Juicy, juicy, juicy
Hard, hard, hard

Fruity Fruit by Taylor Smith (aged 8)

Light, liquorice lemon
Just like a mini-melon
Just as tangy as a sour lemon
Light liquorice lemon!!!

I like to eat scrummy, yummy,
bendy bananas in my tummy
They taste really nice
but not as quiet or as fast as mice.
Bendy bananas!!!

Gorgeous grapes taste really nice
But they certainly don't have any spice
And I don't really like it with ICE!!!
Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous grapes!!!

I Lost My Way to School by Nimisha Mazumdar (aged 10)

I lost my way to school
But, I came across a swimming pool
I wanted to take just one dive
But then I was chased by a bee
It chased me all around town
Till I became absolutely brown
I started walking down a lane
When it slowly began to rain
Luckily I ran across to school
So don't you think, the story is cool!

Fruity Juice by Nazish Khan (aged 8)

I like eating lemons
Because they are juicy
and yellow and bitter .
I like eating lemons
Because they are
sour and sunshine
They are the size of a rugby ball.

I like eating apples
Because they are
yummy and they make a circle

Grapes by Joseph Jenson (aged 8)

I love to eat glory grapes
there juicy and nice
and they look nothing like mice.

I munch and crunch,
They're yummy as lunch
And they taste nothing like beans.

Oh, I dream,
all I dream
is a grape that's keen

A grape is as nice as the world

Scrumptious Fruit by Chelsea Wheeler (aged 8)

I like eating scrumptious strawberries
As bright as a red flower
They taste juicy and soft and yummy

I like eating juicy grapes
As green as a stalk
As juicy as an apple
Just like pure tango

I like eating bright oranges
As bright as the sun
And tasty, really sweet.

Lemon by Troy Reeves

I love that lovely lemon because it is
sharp as a shark's tooth
and bright as a sparkly sun

Lemons are very sour
and they are very big.

Apples by Aiden Rodgers (age 8)

I like eating apples they
are scrumptious, sweet and round.
They are as round as a football.
And they fall on the ground.

Fantastic Flavour Fruity Fruits by Ali Shazia

I really like to eat bendy bananas,
Soft, chewy, smooth,
A banana is as bendy as a boomerang,
I really like to eat bendy bananas!

I really like to eat scrumptious strawberries,
juicy, bumpy and red,
I really like strawberry jam and bread,
as juicy as a sunshine lemon !

Fabulous Fruity by Parris Dorrell

I like to eat strawberries
Because they are
Rosy, rosy, rosy, rosy, rosy red.
They are very healthy
Just like my mother said

Fruit for the Monster by Ashley (aged 8)

I love eating juicy grapes
They taste juicy and nice
because they are soft and cold
and they are like a wheel.

Dear Headteacher by Katie (aged 10)

I am writing a letter of apology although:

I didn't smash that dinner plate
I didn't ruin the school fate
I didn't make that window break
and
I didn't steal the caretaker's rake
I didn't blow up the science lab
I didn't call that taxi cab.

My mother made me write this letter
to make you feel a little better
Everyone seems to blame it on me
Although it was my best friend Emily
She may not be on our class list
but in my head she can't be missed
She is the one that drives you round the bend
Emily is my imaginary friend

The Moon by Class 2, Kneesall Primary School

The moon is a murky grey football kicked high in the charcoal sky
The moon is like the tip of an elephant's tusk poking into space
The moon is like Mum's ear-rings, swaying in the midnight sky
The moon is like a cobweb-grey bowling ball, rolled in wet tarmac
The moon is like the centre of an After-Eight, stretching into the pitch black sky
The moon is like a giant jaw-breaker dropped into a black hole
The moon is a drab snowball hurled into the darkness
The moon is like a grey button sewn onto a jet black jumper
A party popper popped into Space…
A distant blur, drifting into the darkness....

The Chef by Ryan Perusich

I'd like to be a chef, cooking everyday
Calling out, Hey come to my restaurant! to the people I see
Running so fast so I can cook my 5-star meal
In my chef hat and clothes with gravy all over
Perhaps I'd have to have to have a change
But I wouldn't be a chef if...
I burnt myself
Would you?

One Day by Taine Martin

One day
I'll go on a holiday
by myself
with no one else

One day
next year
I'll be here
Hawaii, America
just one day

One day
I'll go away
On a holiday
All alone

Mr Mac by Maya Rose Streltschenko

Oh, Mr Mac
Will you give me a smack
I have been bad
But please don't tell dad

Oh, Yes you
May I go to the loo
Please do not get angry
Even though I am cranky

Oh, you, NOT you
However, shall I do
You annoy me a lot
Please do stop

How Was I Involved in a Car Accident? by Ben McAuley (aged 10)

I wish I was dead.
Lying on my bed.
All this pain and agony.
I wish I was dead.

Maybe tonight I will die.
Maybe tonight I will cry.
I hate my life as it is.

I wish I was dead.
Hopefully live to May.
Which is in a day.
I wish I could leave.
I wish I was dead.

Harold Crick by Hayden Duke (aged 9)

I'm like Harold Crick
in Stranger than Fiction
I hear this voice
What was that?
Your right I need to go to
to the lavatory!

Why does this person mimic me
says everything I say
Wait, I need to go to work
"Wait, I need to go to work"
STOP COPYING ME!!!!!
"Stop thundering!" said the voice
Hmph

The Small, Small Baby by Chris Wang (aged 10)

Once upon, upon a time,
In the land of Loba Loba Lady,
At a bright, bright beach called Prime,
There was a small, small baby.

The small, small baby,
Said, "Can I have a lolly, lolly, lolly?"
Which made her mum say, ''Maybe, maybe, maybe.''
Near a girl called Molly, Molly, Molly.

In the beach they found a lolly shop, shop,
Which made the baby say, "Look, Mummy, Mummy".
At the counter they bought a lollipop.
Then the baby said, ''Yummy,yummy,yummy.''

Rain Forest Poems

The Rain Forest by Matthew Orme

The colossal trees are giants, waving their jewelling hands
Ribbons of sunlight dances on blankets of leaves
Illuminating the climbing plants that beg for the sun
Armies of rain dive for the verdant leaves
Vibrant birds race for trees hogged in moss
Toucans and monkeys make a cacophony of noise
Brightly coloured flowers cry out to passing insects
Emerald green, ruby red and jewel like
Immense grand trees envelope the forest floor
The rain is like tears falling from the sky
Jaguars beside the waterfall pounce on their prey
Deep in the rain forest, another world awaits.

Deep in the Rainforest by Emma P (aged 10)

Most animals lay there as still as tree trunks hiding there delight.
As I stumbled around the verdant forest I stared up and down finding nearly everything a very vibrant brown.
But then I saw a hunter; he was carrying the skin of a jaguar.
I felt so angry, I felt so fierce
I felt like I could scream as loud as a monkey
Sun pierced through the trees as I walked silently around.
Then I came to a wondrous waterfall, now my dreams have all come true.
The waterfall jumped over the cliff, cascading over the colossal rocks
Down into a pool that was multi-coloured.
Deep in the rainforest, another beautiful world!

Rainforest by Henry (aged 10)

The trees hang like giants
over the creatures below.
Deep in the forest the most amazing,
glistening and colourful animals live
like the toucan with its vibrant colours
and the poison arrow frog.
The waterfalls are cascading taps with no control over the flow.
The sun is an oversized radiator beating down on the trees verdant back.
the gorillas show their big muscles
as two monkeys swing through the trees
they both have a tussle
and one wins with ease

Somewhere Deep in the Rainforest by Faye (aged 10)

Somewhere deep in the rainforest
beyond the tall gnarled trees,
animals litter the forest floor.
The spiders dance gracefully to the beat of the rain, like little hip-hop dancers,
while the giant gorillas beat their chests like thunderous bongo drums,
and the crocodiles snap their teeth together to the beat that the animals make.
But animals aren't the only things - there are trees and rivers too.
The verdant leaves pirouette down like dainty ballet dancers,
the rapid waterfall crashes against the rocks.
Moss hugs the colossal tree trunks,
and exotic, vibrant fruit crashes to the ground.
A blanket of humid, suffocating air envelopes the forest.
The ancient trees reach up to the murky sky.
Somewhere deep in the rainforest -
beyond the tall, gnarled trees.

The Rainforest by Emma B (aged 10)

The sun shone down as it lit up the rainforest up.
The waterfall cascaded down as it was a massive rainfall.
The stream came tumbling down as the rocks delayed the stream.
The spider ran up the tree trailing its web behind.
The monkey swung up the tree while eating a banana.
While snapping and snipping and chewing a beetle the piranha ate it.
The ants trailed down the muddy brown mud.
That's what the Rainforest is all about!!

The Rainforest by Charlotte (aged 10)

The trees were as big as skyscrapers
Looking down at me.
Strange animal voices echo through the trees, singing birds, laughing monkeys and roaring jaguars.
Streams of sun poured through the leaves,
Making me boil like a kettle.
All the different glimmering colours hit me in the face.
Tiny insects scuttle across the leaves (munch, munch, munch),
Big bold eyes stare at me from the gigantic trees.
All the illuminating plants reach up to the roof top.

Rainforest Riots by Joseph R. (aged 10)

Giant trees, tiny bees, venomous snake, branches about to break
That's rainforest riots
Giant gorillas make comfy pillars, jaguar prowls, he's called Paul
That's rainforest riots
The aardvark sucks near some ducks, the monkeys throw mud, he eats a bud
That's rainforest riots
The army ants get ready for battle against the villagers cattle
That's rainforest riots
Gliding frogs land on large logs, piranhas bite, the sun gives them light
That's rainforest riots
Toucans fly through the vibrant leaves
That's rainforest riots

The Rainforest by Katie (aged 10)

Colossal trees stretched their long spindly arms up into the radiant sky.
The humid heat was unbearable,
as miniature and enormous insects scattered themselves
to seek a refreshing waterfall.
The rugged rocks chased each other down the rapid waters.
The verdant leaves pirouetted down to the forest floor
like dainty ballerinas.
A cacophony of noisy animals hit me, without warning.
An assortment of strange birds flew around my bewildered head.
Bright ribbons of sunlight pierced through the long gnarled branches
of the towering tree.
Psychedelic hibiscus flowers screamed out to beautiful insects.
They were ruby red jewels longing for sunlight.
The rainforest was a dream!

The Rainforest by Connor (aged 10)

Trees like skyscrapers glared at the forest below as apes thumped their chests like drums.
The waterfall dived into the river where soil and rocks sprinted into it.
A tree tripped and fell like a tone of bricks while leaves soared down and landed on it as if it was a runway.
As night fell over the rainforest the predators came out to hunt.
The jaguars sprinted top speed like a formula one, while insects hid underground from the anteater above.
As morning approached over the rainforest the howler monkeys screeched, as it is another chance for animals to meet.

The Rainforest by Zak (aged 10)

Towers of trees erupt from the ground.
Their arms embrace each other.
Crocodiles swim like deadly assassins waiting to claim their next victim.
The flowers shine like jewels in the morning mist.
Raindrops are like diamonds falling from the above.
The burning sun cascades down like an inferno in the sky.
But the rain comes down and keeps the fiery ball under control.
The Scarlet Macaw repeats every word like an eerie echo.
The Poison Arrow Frog scares away it's predators by its poisonous purple colour.
The night time falls upon the forest, the time when you would think it would be quiet.
But wait - what's that sound?
A whole new set of nocturnal predators are coming out to play.

The Rainforest by Ellie (aged 10)

Deep in the rainforest, a wonderful magical world
The trees are like colossal giants, how they tower above me
The stream is a group of ballet dancers as it delicately cascades
through the dull rocks,
the rain dances in the sunlight as it leaves a vibrant rainbow behind
The sunlight peeps out of the emergent layer as the ,
rain begins to fade away,
A stream flows smoothly as the verdant surroundings brush against me.
The cascading waterfall is racing at an extremely fast pace,
The anteater is a vacuum as it sucks every ant in its path.
The hibiscus flowers sway in the cool breeze as the monkeys tussle,
The jaguars are like tap dancers, as they leap cautiously at their prey.
And now I say goodbye to this wonderful magical world.

The Rainforest by Oliver C. (aged 10)

The verdant leaves jumped off the shoot parachuting to the mouldy ground
as they fell they made a colourful coat.
Waterfalls of rain cascaded over the leaves that shimmered
in the light.
The colossal trees enveloped the forest floor.
A cacophony of howls took me, threw the ground a blanket
of leaves suffocated the sound
The steam covered the forest floor
There was nowhere to escape anymore.
Toucans and birds gather together,
flying in the air, losing a feather

Rainforest by Charlotte C. (aged 10)

The fifty foot, verdant trees gently sway in the delicate rainforest breeze
as the steam dances across the rainforest floor.
The vibrant animals from near and far make the loudest ear-piercing noises.
The rain is like tears coming from the trees as the water pushes against the rugged rocks.
Brightly coloured hibiscus flowers are my heaven when they let out there colour.
But when the sticky air envelopes me I feel quite sick.
The animals become the waterfall running fast and furious
Meanwhile the birds sing their happy song to start the race.
While the fifty foot, verdant trees gently sway in the delicate rainforest breeze.

Rainforest Morning by Cameron (aged 10)

The spider carves its intricate web
As the dew glistens off the web.
Trees wake up to a hug off the moss,
And water sprints through the colossal rocks.
Insects scatter about the ground,
Birds sing their morning song,
Their voices are the cacophony of noise.
Whetted wind ambles through your skin,
Waking you from your deep sleep.
The burning sun is a vivid flame,
And humid air gives you a wash.
Ribbons of sunlight pierce through the canopy,
Sparkling on the vibrant aqua water.
Toucans spiral and sprint through the air,
And dive down if they dare.
Gorillas handprints are an abyssal pit,
Because their fists
Are huge and fit.
This is what happens
On the Rainforest Morning

The Rainforest by Samedi (aged 10)

Such a colourful place

Colossal trees
buzzing bees.
They're all in the rainforest.

Piranahs bite
they give us a fright.
They're all in the rainforest.

Vibrant flowers
having showers.
They're all in the rainforest.

Mad gorillas,
swinging on pillars.
They're all in the rainforest.

The rainforest floor.
Magic and more

IT'S ALL IN THE RAINFOREST!

The Rainforest by Deanna (aged 10)

The flowers glistened in the sunlight,
And the trees wave their hands in the wind,
The Jaguar is a bulldozer, flattening everything in its path
While the spider has a bath.

The humid air suffocates,
And the leaves dance around in the breeze,
The mist is like a coat covering all of the forest floor,
As the waterfall cascades down the cliff like a giant rollercoaster.

Deep in the Rainforest by Erin (aged 10)

Deep in the Rainforest stands the giant trees that stare down at the forest floor.
Ribbons of sunlight pierce through the branches that are hugged by verdant moss.
Spiders dance gracefully to the beat of the rain like little hip-hop dancers.
Vibrant exotic fruits crashes to the ground.
The brightly coloured leaves pirouette to ebony forest floor.
The sound of birds envelopes the radiant sky.
The rapid waterfalls crashes against the colossal rocks.
The rain echoes as it tap-dances on the leaves.
The magical flowers call out to the passing animals.
Cascading waterfall race through the rainforest.
A blanket of humid air envelopes the rainforest.
The ancient trees stretch up to the bright sky.

Deep Dark Rainforest by Ross (aged 10)

The trees were monsters gathering their prey
before the clouds turned dismal grey.
The rain comes down in heavy spray,
bombing down in its final day.
Which made us kneel down and pray.

The Rainforest by Victoria (aged 10)

The trees were like giant sky scrapers looking down at me.
The athletic monkeys camouflaged
in the big brown vibrant mossy tree.
Piercing through the branches was a cascading waterfall gushing
down as it dived of the rocks.
Ribbons of sunlight pierced through the gigantic trees.
brightly coloured flowers glistened through
the air like shining jewels.
The humid air feels like enveloping
blankets surrounding me!
Strange animals call, yell and scream, echoing loudly through the forest.
Tiny insects scuttle across the mossy forest floor.
As the illuminating dancing plants reach up to the sky
the macaws sing loudly.
Deep in the forest another world!!!

Updated 9th September 2009

Autumn Poem by Iona Stewart (aged 11)

The golden leaves swirl in the cold night air
All the trees stand stark and bare
Conkers scattered on the ground
Leaves falling silently without a sound
Bonfire lights
Halloween frights
That's what I love about Autumn Nights

The Kite by Alice V. (aged 11)

Sally and John played in the yard one day
When all of a sudden their kite flew away.
Floating past the building site
Where Mr. Glyfe was fixing the pipe.
Soaring past his wife,
Where she and Miss Myte were practising the fife,
Landing next to John and Sally.
Sally fell on it, accidentally.
John picked it up, and said
"This kite looks dead."
They agreed it was sad,
So they buried it.

The Perfect Fit by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)

I had come home from school and had gone up to my room
I expected the normal, my old computer
and my scruffy dog Cindy, who needed a groom.
But as I sat on my bed, something caught my eye; the glint of gold?
I saw an old, golden key positioned next to an old threadbare diary,
the pages ripped and the cover old.
I skipped through the pages, reading the diary of a girl I never even knew.
On the last page I noticed a picture of a girl with blue eyes and brown hair,
standing in front of the sea, so blue
Unexpectedly the girl started to speak, the words she said shocked me.
"The girl in the picture, didn't you know? It's you"
How could this have happened?
I wasn't even born in the year this was written
I noticed four teeth marks on her arm, as if she were bitten
Was she sent to the future?
Was the bite even real?
Was it my imagination seeing those scars?
Oh, what am I talking about! This isn't Life On Mars
But, if that wasn't the solution - what really happened?
Am I really this old, did I live in the past?
I suddenly felt dizzy, and then, I was in a different era, and my arm was in a cast
I couldn't be in the diary, could I? That isn't even possible, is it?

I feel so alone, as if I have fallen into a bottomless pit
Well I can't go back now,
I'll just have to wait a few hundred years until 2009.

Updated 7th August 2009

Oak - Part 1 by Tyler Hyers (aged 12)

An oak tree sits in a field of grass;
Its branches reach the sky.
In its trunk lies its wooden heart.
It beats silently inside…

Humpty Dumpty by Oliver Remmer (aged 11)

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
picked up his phone and made a phone call.
His friend made a joke, which made him unsteady.
The nurse was too late,
He was poached egg already.

Hobby World by Jacob Knight (aged 8)

Bobby has a hobby
When he is sad... and maybe
when he's
mad...
And the reason
Bobby has a
hobby is
because...
his dog's name
is Dobby.

Straight 'A's by Paige (aged 12)

My aunt has paranoia
and thinks I'm out to get her
Uncle is "A giant sequoia"
and never eats fish
Grandpa thinks he's Superman
and grandma is a super fan
but no one believes that I have got straight 'A's

Childhood by Simran Arora (aged 11)

The very first stage of life
when we are too free
especially from our homework stuff
we spend our time in our mother's lap
and actually we get a sort of attention

And now I am 11
I'm not too big but I'm not also too small
now I have a word called homework
and I don't get any good sort of attention
thus I still say childhood is the best…

Oak - Part 2 by Tyler Hyers (aged 12)

Tall oak standing before me,
you rustle your leaves in the crisp autumn wind and
dig into, with your tough roots, the cold, hard ground.
Tall oak standing before me,
your roots grow deep and strong;
your branches grow ever higher.
I salute you, great oak.

The Poem About Biscuits by Hollieann Rose Mullings (aged 11)

The greatest day, I couldn't breath,
It was so funny and brilliant, I wanted to scream,
My best friend had a biscuit in her mouth,
And she was laughing so much I nearly died,
She was spraying out crumbs, everywhere,
We also needed to go to the toilet,
We were on our way back from Alton Towers and it was so funny!

What a Rush? by Ellen Willard (aged 10)

I wake up to discover that my hair is a mess and I have half a hour to get ready
shove my stuff in my bag and quickly put my clothes on
stuff a piece of toast in my mouth
put my hair up and get my shoes and socks on
get all ready to go out the door when my mum says, What you doing?
My reply is what do you mean what am I doing? I am going to school
then it suddenly occurs to me that it is Saturday
NO SCHOOL
I get so I annoyed I rush up to my bed and fall asleep
I realise I have gym in a hour

What a rush?

The World's Story by Adam Torr (aged 11)

I remember a time when the birds chattered and sang
When the fish glided down shimmering pools
And monkeys swung on towering trees
Whilst panda mothers catered for their young
But all that is gone now
Destroyed by the vicious greed of man!

Machines came and tore the world apart
Cubs were left stranded without mothers
And homes were destroyed
Man came and left me scrabbling for air
I am dying now
Choked of my health by machines
And now I am left, barren and bare
Condemned in the dust

My Brother by Simran Arora (aged 11)

My brother is a genius
but sometimes I feel he is curious
He takes care of me
and he's always there with me
He is so quick at math sums
that can make you lick your thumbs
He is little cracky mind
But never mind
He is very kind
Sometimes he is aggressive,
Sometimes he's impressive
However, we love each other
and about other matters
We never bother

A Morning Time by Simran Arora (aged 11)

A morning I sat sad
near my table
staring at the sun
I stretched a rubber band
and aimed at some garbage
lying on the veranda

The window was open
I left the rubber band
it rushed out of the window
and hit a fat man

I didn't knew what to do
I felt little sorry
but funny too
I made a pitiful face at the man

He turned to my side
my laughter burst out
he made a face
as if he would kill me
he uttered a bit of abuses
and looking at me he was walking
suddenly a peel of banana
made him fall over

I could not control my laughter
Thus I laughed out loud
looking at me, the man too laughed
and that funny act
threw away my sadness
and thus my day went alright

Updated 15th July 09

My Mate is Late by Freya Goodman (aged 7)

My mate, my mate he's really late.
He's been in the garden fighting Nate.
Nate, Nate ran out of the gate and was late
for the fete. The fete is run by his sister Kate.
Kate, Kate you're far too late so let's
change the opening date to....
28th December, so that's when I'm eight!

Snow Queen by Amelia Scarlett (aged 10)

I can see snow drifting dozily
in every direction
A swirling mass of white
just beyond my window
The cold creates frosting on my sill
in sharp, jagged yet beautiful shapes
Tiny particles of diamond
glisten in the moonlight
I can't sleep, I can only gaze
at the little dancing snowflakes
They seem to evolve into a woman
She gazes at me, beckoning me
I will not go to this crater of cold
Why am I longing to go?
But yet I can't
Her crown of icicles shows me she is queen
Queen of the Snow
The Snow Queen

Make Me Great! by Izzy Snow (aged 10)

Greatness is what lures in her mind
She has loads of friends and pluck.
But greatness I can't seem to get
With greatness I seem to be stuck.

I only have a few friends
I won't bore you with all the details.
She grows and stands up for herself
While I shrink and bite my nails.

But one day something was wrong
I talked to her at play
And then I realised I can be great
In a shy and meekly way.

When I Heard the Music by Charlotte W (aged 8)

When I heard the music
I heard children playing
I felt warm in the long grass
I remembered Christmas with the glowing lights
I heard people chattering under the moonlight
I touched the delicate water when it was night.

When I heard the music
I tasted warm milk
I drew curly lines and circles.

When I Caught My Words in the Wind by Libby (aged 7)

When I caught my words in the wind
I marched in the sun
and felt like jumping
like a rabbit.

When I caught my words in the wind
I wanted to jump into sea water.

When I caught my words in the wind
I heard melting moons from the sky.

When I caught my words in the wind
I fell asleep into a place.

When I caught my words in the wind
I remembered doing gymnastics in the rain.

Joy of the Spring by Saiansha Venugopal (aged 11)

Joy of the spring,
And the birds sing.
With their pretty heads,
The flowers look ahead.

Streams gushing out here and there,
Bringing smiles which are rare.
The bells of happiness ring,
Joy of the spring.

All over is emerald green,
This beauty of nature is no dream.
Just smelling the freshness,
I am restless.

The sun shines and smiles,
His warmth extends till miles.
I hope Mother Nature you are listening,
To my ode to Spring.

My Tragedy Box by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)

I will put in the box;

A lonely school girl, hiding a dark secret
A horrific car crash, with blood, tears and unhappy emotions
A sad diary entry, describing the life of a heartbroken young lady
A funeral, with the coffin, the black clothes and the shattered hearts
An old, wrinked lady, on her death bed, her heart beating in slow motions

I will put in the box

A dagger; dripping with the blood of an innocent young boy
A small child, with a disease deadly enough to kill
Families in Africa, with no food or water

In my box,

I will place a poor man, begging for a few pieces of bread or money
The crash of an old, red car, pieces of glass splintering the hands of the dead man inside it
The evidence proving the killer's fingerprints were on the gun

In my box,

There is a puddle of tears on the floor of the young lady's apartment from the news of her husband's death in Iraq
The drowned body of a man, floating in the swimming pool
The lifeless corpse of a girl, her eyes still and motionless

I can mind read with my box, hear other people's thoughts and feelings; their biggest secrets and their gossip for the world to hear
My box is made from people's souls, the white, smoky figures coming from people's hearts

The sad times, the emotions, the tragedy.

When I Heard the Music by Finn (aged 8)

When I heard the music
I ran so fast in circles
I turned into a tornado.

When I heard the music
I screamed so loud
I smashed the drums.

When I heard the music
I exploded into a million pieces
once and for all.

Aaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!

When I Caught My Words in the Wind by James W (aged 8)

When I caught my words in the wind
I saw glittering stars
and I sprung up to the moon.

When I caught my words in the wind
I started to glow
and moons were melting in the dark sky.

When I caught my words in the wind
I was sweltering in the bright sun
and tasted glowing chocolate
in the dark.
When I caught my words in the wind
I felt moons falling
and stars glittering
also tapping music.

When I caught my words in the wind
I saw children playing snap
and sweltering moons.

When I Caught My Words in the Wind by Kieran W (aged 8)

When I caught my words in the wind
I felt like running to a door
because it was raining cats and dogs.
I saw a melting man
floating down to the ground.
I touched a glittering star.

When I caught my words in the wind
I drew an astronaut from space
I wanted to stay out in the rain
I could see a wall sprung up brick by brick.

When I caught my words in the wind
My heart was pumping like mad
I saw a transparent icicle about to fall
I heard someone screaming because of the rain - they didn't like it
I remembered my dream of being a defensive player for Man U.
I felt really happy.

When I Heard the Music by Tom S (aged 8)

When I heard the music
I felt like I was in the sky
flying over distant hills
and over the clouds of the sky
and forgotten worlds as well.

When I heard the music
I drew colourful shapes
all full of different colours
and all with music inside of them.

When I Caught My Words in the Wind by Lauren (aged 8)

When I caught my words in the wind
I swam to my winters dream as it turned midnight
people having fun under the moonlight

When I caught my words under the wind
I attracted stars like a magnet that gets stars
a big scarlet coat
also gets stars with a little amount of time.

When I Heard the Music by James T (aged 8)

When I heard the music
I dreamt of gorgeous Mars
and sunlight beams of heaven
with angel sparks.

When I heard the music
I heard feet tapping
I also heard people laughing in the sun
and party food and presents,
having such fun.

When I heard the music
I saw people in heaven
dancing along the lane
in the gleaming sun.

When I heard the music
I saw people crying in a field
with no sight of fun.

When I heard the music
I heard the shining sun
talking to me.

When I Caught My Words in the Wind by Luke (aged 8)

When I caught my words in the wind
I dreamed of hillsides and
threw music waves at the bright moon.

When I caught my words in the wind
I remembered touching a cold transparent icicle
I felt soaked with horrid raindrops
until I couldn't feel anything.
I remembered a dream I had of becoming a football player
for Man U, Leeds
or Barcelona as a goalie!

Believe by Saiansha Venugopal (aged 11)

The thoughts that rain their steady glow,
Which people say they do or don't know
People have their opinions said,
A doubt still lingers in my head.

Every drop of rain is believed,
The right one feels relieved.
All our agreements changed to a moral,
Believed to put peace to many a quarrel.

My decisions are always right,
Truth can't be changed, try as you might.
Only my ideas are believed,
Finally when they are in need.

Updated 1st July 2009

Scrumptious by Grace McClusky (aged 7)

Scrumptious cherries,
Scrumptious pie,
Belly rumbling,
Cream pie.
Ice-cream, chocolate,
All scrumptious too,
Sugar fountain, lush,
Chocolate cream,
A scrumptious scene.
Chocolate ice-cream,
Strawberry, vanilla too
Scrumptious, scrumptious,
I tell you.

This is just to say… by Becky Heath (aged 10)

(after William Carlos Williams)

I was the one who borrowed your favourite cardigan.
You were going to wear it on your birthday.
Forgive me.

I looked fantastic
(and I ripped all of the buttons off
as you know I don't like clothes with buttons on!)

This is just to say by… by Lily Hughes (aged 10)

(after William Carlos Williams)

I have thrown
my sister
into the TV
as I was giving her a piggy back

You probably didn't
know as you were at BORING work

Just to let you know
she has broken her leg and arm

Forgive me
but it was really fun
I can't wait
until she comes home
so I can do it again.

No Title by Paige (aged 12)

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
bzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzz

I don't dare pick up the phone

riiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnng
.......beep beep beep beep....
RIIIIIIIIIIIING
......beep beep beep......

No I won't

NEW MESSAGE!
NEW MESSAGE!!!

Okay maybe just a peek

And that's how I got trapped in the visible invisible cyberspace

Monster by Vitesa Fetahu (aged 11)

I am a vile but depraved monster
I was born by a dash of blinding lightning hitting my egg
When I was born I saw evil looking dinosaurs with blazing red eyes
I know the secrets of time
I have my own secret worlds which no one should know about

Lemon Song by Rosie Ritchie (aged 11)

I am a tangy sensation,
I ping around your head,
I am bitter and tough
And hard to master.

I have my favourite yellow jacket
And dimples on my cheeks.
I can make you cry and taste,
An amazing feeling you will not forget.

Not many people like me.

Alone in a fruit bowl,
The last one.

Me by Sapphire (aged 11)

I'm 11 years old, and I apparently have a gift
I can write a poem real quick, real swift
I'm not stick thin, and my teeth aren't exactly pearly
My weak spot is chocolate, I'll be the one you'll see eating a Curly Wurly
My mum calls me a geek; I just don't know what she means
Well I suppose I am a good girl, I am willing to help and always eat my greens
My hair is brown and shoulder-length, quite ordinary really
I have a great family and great friends; I know they love me dearly
I don't like sports, English is more my thing
All I want is A's and, of course, a sapphire ring
I support Manchester United, and there's nothing wrong with that
I am interested in fashion; you'll never find me in tat
Well, that's me, that's it, that's all
My name is Sapphire and I'm five foot four.

A Poem for Mum by Ella Dakin (aged 10)

I look around, I look aware,
but I seem to see that you're not there.
I've been looking over the hill,
because there's a lot of me that loves you still.
Everywhere I look, everywhere I spy,
I seem to think you're in my eye.
I think and think of another place,
to see again your lovely face.
Now I see you're not coming back,
but I love you and that's a fact.

Make Me Great! by Izzy Snow (aged 10)

Greatness is what lures in her mind
She has loads of friends and pluck.
But greatness I can't seem to get
With greatness i seem to be stuck.

I only have a few friends
I won't bore you with all the details.
She grows and stands up for herself
While I shrink and bite my nails.

But one day something was wrong
I talked to her at play
And then I realised I can be great
In a shy and meekly way.

Riverside Poem by Emmanuel Omorose Akpata (aged 9)

I like the river side
But there is nowhere to hide

There is nowhere to play
But I'm afraid I have to stay

When we got on the boat
I had to put on my coat

Finally it is over
I woke up and I was in a Landrover.

Will you pick me?

The Door by Becky Heath (aged 10)

Go and open the door,
Maybe outside there's a colourful rainbow or a lush green garden,
Go and open the door,
Perhaps there might be a dog that needs rescuing or a face or just a picture,
Go and open the door,
Maybe there's ice that melts in the sun,
Go and open the door,
Maybe there's a wolf howling like mad or a dog barking,
Even if nothing is there go and open the door.
At least it might be good.

My Brother Makes Me Sad by Liyyah (aged 9)

As the tears roll down my eyes
The sound is about to rise
I am sad
Because I hit my brother and my mum went mad
I feel like the only fish in the sea
Oh mother, don't blame me
I know we hit one an other
And bother each other
Don't hit me again, mother
Can't you see it was my brother
For my birthday he read jokes that weren't funny
I gave him money
My brother makes me sad
So I hit him and my mother goes mad

My Name is Becky by Becky Heath (aged 10)

I can fly like a bird,
I know why the sky is blue in the day and black at night,
I know who invented TV,
Why leaves are green,
I know why cats bark and dogs meow,
I have been a princess, a cat and a leopard.
My name is Becky.

To Paint a Park by Becky Heath (aged 10)

First mix a grassy green and slash it onto your paper,
Then paint in the sound of children busy playing and laughing on the slide,
Then mix a reddy yellow for the climbing frame,swing and slide,
Now add in some insects scuttling around on the corner of a dusty swing,
Now sprinkle in a river flowing and sparkling at the side of the playground,
Just like diamonds.

Updated June 17th 09

Kevin by Alicia Williams (aged 8)

When my friend Kevin
Sits at his desk,
I know just what is coming next.
"Please miss, Please miss,
Where's my sheet?"
"It's on your desk
Or under your feet."

Football Players by Ashil Gudka

Fast Walcott
Slow Reid
Tall Crouch
Short Lennon
Skillful Messi
Good Ronaldo
Bad Bentnar
Strong Heskey
Weak Drogba
Hairy Rooney
Bald Skrtel
Heading Ivanovic
Screamer Gerrard
Skinny Torres
Big Samba
Ols Windass
Young Bostock
Discipline riley
Weird Ovrebo

13 Ways to Annoy your Teacher! by Edie (aged 10)

1. As we all know to put our hand up and answer a question to be good but to be annoying always put your hand up and give the wrong answer.
2. Never give in your homework.
3. Always ask to go to the toilet in the middle of the lesson.
4. Fake being ill.
5. Always shout out the answer
6.When the teacher asks you a question say, 'I don't know!'
7. Keep getting up for a drink.
8. When play time is over don't come back to class on time.
9. Keep on jumping up and down of your chair.
10. My favourite one. Always humming & singing in the lesson.
11.As we all know to do what we are told but to be annoying don't do as you are told.
12.Talk when the teacher is talking.
13. And keep on splashing in the swimming pool and get the teacher all nice and wet.

So see what your teacher says when you do all of the stuff I told you.

Updated 5th June 2009

Lolly by Bethany Hewlett (Aged 10)

Red lolly, yellow lolly,
With all different tastes,
Blackberry, strawberry, orange and lemon
(And, of course, in all different shapes).

One bite and your mouth explodes,
With all the colours of the rainbow.

The cooling mist lifelessly drifts
Around your teeth and tongue,
To cool you down from the blazing sun.

Kicked by Bradley Gallagher (aged 11)

As the referee
blows his whistle the pain
starts to kick in. My arch enemy
are the players who destroy my smooth,
silk, leather. I laugh at them when they
get red carded and booed at. I am scared
of the net because it has got holes in it and
they look very big when you're flying at
100 mph. I'm normally lucky because
the Goalkeeper catches me with
His soft goalie gloves.
I am a football

The Dive by Paige (aged 12)

Fear fills me up
I'd rather be on the teeter-totter
Look back at my friends
and those I don't know
There's no turning back now
It's time for me to go
Closing my eyes
before I flake out
Take a deep breath
I have many doubts

On the board
I jump up so high
Listen to the cheers
Of those passing by
Arch my back
Look into the water

In one short moment
I'm soaring through the air
Now I'm in dive formation
I have not one care
Coming out of the water
I receive many cheers
It took 20 tries
But my diving debut is finally here

Shoe by Natasha Styczynski (aged 11)

....Pretty shoe
....I have... the
...Prettiest.I am
...Structure .....so
..You would ....tall
.Be the coolest once
..Girl in town .....if you
...My .......you ..........take
....Heel .....slip ............me
.....Is an ..........get ..........off
......Easy ...........your...feet will
.......Way ............really .......ache!
.......To party ........My................ toe
........ is ..................really ..........pointy
........So..................that .........your toes
.......Will be ...............squashed together
......I have ......................the ...best .....grip
......You ................................won't fall over
...... (...........................................hope fully)

Snap, Crunch by James Rixon (aged 11)

There I go off to the
Stomach down below.
Weird patterns cover my face
And body. Being edible and
Scrumptious people love to eat
Me and sizzle me in their
Stomachs. Sitting in the
Biscuit tin all day long.
They open the tin.

And I go snap, crunch

Random Poem by Natalie (aged 9)

In Poland
they have a lot of snow and
in China
they have a lot of pineapples.
In Spain
they have a lot of names.

Boredom by Samantha McIntyre (aged 11)

What do I do,
what do I say,
I don't know,
I'm so bored today.

My life is boring,
there's nothing to do,
I'll just keep daydreaming,
of a green kangaroo.

The clock gave a ding, a dong and a clang,
and said, get up and go play,
go do something outside,
you just haven't realized, it's a beautiful day!

My Grandpa is a Wizard by Paige (aged 12)

My grandpa is a wizard
I discovered that last week
He tried to keep it from us
but then let the secret leak

You see I brought him medication
He said he's growing old
He was floating in mediation
and let the mystery unfold

I threatened to tell my mom
But he begged and pleaded with me
He said he'd teach me to be a witch
And it is all for free

So now when I'm at school
and a bully approaches me
I just mumble a couple of words
and turn him into a pea

Smack! Smack! by Ronan French (aged 11)

The ball whacks against the racket.
Smack! Smack! The ball hits the net.
Smack! Smack! The ball spins through
The air. Smack! Smack! The ball flies
Through the air and out of the court.
Smack! Smack! The ball bounces onto the floor.
Smack! Smack! The ball gets pushed back by the wind.
Smack! Smack! The crowd are In suspense.
At the end of the match the
Ball has lots of lumps and bruises.

Smack! Smack!
Oh no not again!

There's a Hamster in the Boot! by Olivia Morgan (aged 11)

There's a golden brown hamster
that lives in a boot that is pink and bright
He sleeps there all day and night,
The child that wear's it gets a fright
when she is wearing it on right.
The hamster is shy and quiet.
If you see the boot move
the hamster is having fun
playing on the run
Look inside, be silent like a fly.
You will see the little rascal, maybe sleeping or playing his other game.
There is a hamster in the boot that's having so much fun,
drinking icy water with hard nuts, apple slices,
carrots, parsnips and sprouts - yum yum yum!
There's a hamster in the boot!
Shhh!

The Pink Converse by Hannah Thake (aged 11)

Everywhere I go I see a
New path every time & turn.
I am the centre of attention
Because of my beautiful pinkie shoe
That everyone recognizes and admires
All the time. I am for every occasion no matter
What the weather! Sun or moon I will give your feet comfort
And no blisters will harm your feet for I am a fun foot. I love to control your feet and I need a walk all the time!
I am cool, groovy and beautiful.
My cool converse shoes have been around for 50 years now so in all your
Life you must have a pair of me!!! I am suitable for
anything and everything
You could wear me on the queen's throne or throwing
your dog a bone.

Ponies by Tayla Lebentz (aged 11)

Trotting down the yard, Owning
One is hard, mucking out is
Smelly, and I like to feed its
Belly, they are always very cute
and are never put on mute .
clip
cling trit
trot
clop
clang trit
clip
clong trot trit
clop
ting trot
clip
tang

Hi Tayla. I think this may have been a shape poem - but I couldn't see it. Words get moved sometimes in emails. Apologies too, if any of your other classmates' poems have lost their shapes. -RS

My Cousin is a Psychic by Paige (aged 11)

My cousin is a psychic
She told me in her sleep
It was after her graduation
She read my thoughts to me
I thought it might be luck
That she said I was thinking of burritos
But decided she was real
after she said a pie of Fritos
Now I'm quite self-conscious
when she enters the area
What if I think something wrong?
And cause hysteria?

A Winter's Night by Seth Smith (aged 10)

The deeply, dark night
immerses the light.
As the sun is banished
the day has now vanished.
Lonely, quiet, no twinkling stars
no partiers racing their boy racer cars.
just the pitch blackness of a winter's night
not even the heavens will open its light
for all you can see is the inky blackness of a dark winter's night.

Piano by Taylor (aged 10)

Play and an
Incredibly
Awesome
Noise comes
Out

My Mum is a Flower by Harrison Williams (aged 10)

Her arms are the leaves.
Her head is the flower.
Her body is the stem.
Her feet are the roots
And she blossoms when she is happy.

Seasons by Jessie Tabram (aged 10)

Spring has sprung
New life has begun
Birds twitter and tweet
For something tasty to eat
Life taking flight
For the very first time
Blooms opening fully
In the bright sunshine
Leaves on the tree start to bronze
And gently flutter to the ground
After the leaves have fallen
they start to form into a mound
Winter is here
It's time for snow
Where children play,
Laugh and grow

Rain by Elizabeth Sidey (aged 11)

The rain thunders down.
It is cold, wet and slippy.
I am still inside.

Snow by Elizabeth Sidey (aged 11)

The snowflakes glisten.
The snowman stands tall and proud.
Then it melts.

Sun by Elizabeth Sidey (aged 11)

People sit outside.
The ice creams are nearly out.
Children are playing.

Winter by Tio Kacana Lishomwa (aged 10)

Snow falls upon the floor,
Snowflakes glitter in the air,
And what are those over there?
A family waiting, and presents galore!

Playing with our friends,
What great songs we will have sung,
And the celebrations have only just begun!
I hope this never ends!

The robins are singing with all their voices,
It's a shame that we have to go home.
Through the streets the fun does roam,
I think that going through this season was the right choice.

It is the end for the snowflakes,
And the same for the snow,
I really don't wish for it all to go!
The leaves begin to come again as the winter breaks.

There's a Dinosaur in the Playground by Caitlin Gibb (aged 11)

There's a dinosaur in the playground,
Oh no, what shall we do?
There's a dinosaur in the playground,
Be careful, he's after you!
There's a dinosaur in the playground,
He looks quite harmless to me.
There's a dinosaur in the playground,
Look! He's eating off the tree!
There's a dinosaur in the playground,
Now we're all jumping for joy,
Because the dinosaur in the playground,
Is simply just a toy!

The colours
Of my body are bright
And beautiful. I am like
One big swirl that will never
Ever stop. I have a sweet, but
Tasty flavour that no one can
Resist. My fear is when a Human
Licks me until I am no more. I
Love standing out from the
Rest with all of my lovely
tastes and colours.
Yummy!!!!!!
D
E
L
I
C
I
O
U
S
!
by Lizzie Clarke (aged 11)

The Poem of a Sinful Monster!
by Mufliha Uz-zaman (aged 11)

I am a sinful monster who likes crunching up bloody people.
I was born in January 15th
before the immense, bright, yellow sun was created.
Immediately I was born
Through the colossal, reddish-orange VOLCANO!
My hobby is swimming in tomato ketchup.
I also like eating dead things such as a wooden chair, (that isn't alive)
Table, books and many more.
You would call me a normal monster or sinful
However I'm a bad, bad one
So my name is....
DEADLY DEATH DEAD!
Keep me busy cleaning up the universe.

Mud by Henare (aged 11)

I really hate mud,
I loathe it.
I detest its very existence.
Every time I see it a tiny flame burns through me,
And anger flashes deep down.
But I feel more gloom than irritation,
A kind of sad, sorrowful depression.
As it adds into the lonely, wet misery.
I really hate mud,
I really, really do.

Mud by Lug Worm (aged 2 and a quarter)

Mud.
All around me.
In my tummy.

Mud.
I love it.
Yummy yummy!

Hi Sasha!!! Your poem is in the Love and Friendship section.

I Am Nature by Jarlath Skelly (aged 10)

The trees whisper in the cold night,
The brooks twitter and babble,
The grass dances in the cold wind,
The stars gaze down with gem like eyes
The sea eats like a tiger,
The wind roads like a lion
The gravel mutters to itself.
For they are the living, breathing, Nature

Keegan's Sights by Keegan Hanning (aged 10)

Birds like little white spots in the distance.
The people look like garden gnomes.
Cars are beeping in the traffic.
The trees are blowing in the wind.
The people at Mobil are getting their petrol.

Swimming by Taylor (aged 10)

splash, splash, splash, splash, splash
I dive into the water
and race to the end

Home by Uma Garimella (aged 12)

Though the wind blows,
And the stars glow,
The night is so dark,
I can't find my way home,
I'm stuck in the dark.
It's spooky and scary,
I so want my home,
It's so cool and chilly,
I wish I was home.

Cupcake by Olivia Saunders (aged 11)

Fluffy and pink
Gorgeous don't you think
Sponge is creamy and yum
Just like strawberry gum
It's spotty and dotty
And it's the best treat for a posh totty
But don't forget the different flavs
Chocolate, apricot, plum, blackberry
Peach, grape, strawberry and blueberry
Fluffy and pink
Gorgeous don't you think

High in the Sky by Amelia (aged 8)

High in the sky I look down at the shimmering blue sea,
I see people in the sea happily waving to me,
I see people making sand castles as high as my Daddy.

Sunrise, Sunset by William Coombs (aged 10)

Sunrise signals break of dawn.
Underneath sea blue skies
Nettle-covered trees, old and wise
Recline in the shimmering rays.
In my bedroom,
See its light,
End of darkness, no more night.

Sunset signals start of night.
Underneath ink-black skies,
Never-ending, no more light.
Stars twinkle miles away.
Ebony black silhouettes.
The moon wanders the skies.

T-Rex by Jimmy Dalton (aged 11)

Two million
Years ago a T-Rex
A lived here eating
Everything
In sight. It was the best
Hunter ever living
Until a very, very big meteor came.
The dinosaurs were gone.

At the Fun Fair by Harry (aged 9)

When I got to the fair
I dashed straight to the dodgems
But unfortunately I was a bit late,
I had to wait,
Then it was my turn.

The ride started
and I zoomed straight at my brother,
and smashed into him, he screamed,
then he got revenge,
and smashed into the back of me.
But then it stopped.

We Are Going to the Fair by Joe (aged 9)

I am going to the fair tonight,
yes I am going to the fair tonight,
whatever I go on it will be great
and I'll be having fun with my mates.
If it is high up I will be having fun
but if it's down low I don't know.

A Strange Day by Jarlath Skelly (aged 10)

I woke up one morning and what should I see?
My fluffy white pillow was talking to me.
It was talking as fast as plaster cast sets,
It was looking so longingly at my pets.
It got up and went for a walk,
Then stopped to continue to talk,
Its feathers as heavy as pork.
I got out of bed and I said,
"What on earth are you doing in my room?"
"You're sure to bring impending doom."
What a strange day it's been and the marvellous things that I have seen.

The Beach by Neil Lindsay (aged 11)

The waves touch my heart
Gently
The sun glistens in the sky
A small fireball
The clouds protect me from its fury
Like it's a kettle and they're steam
The roar of the sea burns me
With wet sea air
Crashing
Bashing anger
Like it's Goliath and I'm David
The seagulls shine in the spotlight of the sun
Like famous stars on Broadway
Diving
Fish have no way out
The seaweed seems to follow you
Hiding from you
With all its brothers and sisters
The beach is like harmony to an orchestra
Tremendous

Swimming by Taylor (aged 10)

Super fast
Win, win, win
In the water
Marvellous
Magnificent
Incredible
Never stop
Going fast

Cake Haiku by Olivia Saunders (aged 11)

First step
How to make a cake
Get out the scrumptious packet
Get out the ingredients

Second step
Mix altogether
Until a perfect mixture
Then put in oven

Third step
Put on correct temp
Wait until it has cooked through
Then enjoy your cake

ENJOY

Fish by Tio Kacana Lishomwa (aged 10)

Ocean dweller
Scale bearer
Sea artist
Plankton muncher
Marine colourer

The Rollercoaster by George Cook (aged 10)

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........................... ...Speeding

down
the
track
like a
lion
chasing
its
prey
ready to

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The Sun by Harrison Williams and Lara Ivkovic-Moutrey (aged 10)

My rays are like long, golden arms
My great shine is like the sparkling eyes of a fox,
I am like a head looking down on everyone
I am as still as a statue in the sky
When I walk down the road I make a shining path
For I am the Sun.

I Sat on Mum's Knee by Cerys Griffiths (aged 10)

I sat on Mum's knee as she said to me,
"Please be a good little boy." I said that I would
And that I'd be very good and so
She cried out with joy.

I sat on mum's knee as she said to me,
"Please go and do the pots." I said that I would
And that I'd be very good and so
She was happy lots and lots.

I sat on mum's knee as she said to me,
"Please clean your room." I said that I would
And that I'd be very good and so
She didn't go boom.

I sat on mum's knee as she said to me,
"I love you." I said that I did and I'd
Always be her kid and so I said that
I loved her too.

When Would I be Happy? by Tayla Karam (aged 10)

If I where down at the beach watching
Seagulls flutter bye, I would be happy
If I where at the park playing on
Deserted swings, I would be happy
If I where at the rock pools watching
the sea splutter at me, I would be happy
If I where playing netball shooting
Hoops, I would be happy
If I where playing tiggy
Hanging with my buds, I would be happy
If I where by myself doing what I
wanted to do, I would be happy
But alas I am here at
SCHOOL!

Silence by Daniel (aged 10)

silence at dawn is excruciating
silence in the morning is un-breakable
silence in the afternoon is misery
silence at dusk is killing me all over again

Wolf by Tio Kacana Lishomwa (aged 10)

Flesh tearer
Night-time howler
Forest runner
Rabbit killer
Mud digger
Wild growler
Skin scratcher

Grandmother by Tio Kacana Lishomwa (aged 10)

She's always there for us all
Always does good deeds
Whether we know it or not.

When we are sad, she is there
There to cheer us up
And we will be there for her.

A remarkable person
Always does her best
Just to keep us all happy.

We won't ever forget her
We'll tell our children,
'Remember your great-gran!'

Granny, do remember this
Despite where you are
The family still loves you.

Nature by Natalie Jeal (aged 9)

The grass sways when it hears the stars sing,
The clouds howl when they hear the dogs bark,
The rocks cry all day long,
The stars push the earth away,
The flowers dance all day long,
The sun listens to the people on earth.

My Uncle by Emily Harvey (aged 10)

My uncle is a teddy bear
He is cute like the face,
His short tubby legs are as short as a tree stump,
His big tummy is cuddly
And he will always be my best friend.

Silly Milly by Anmolpreet K Bajwa (aged 10)

There was a girl called Milly,
She was very silly,
She started her first day at school
which was very uncool.

She was deaf in one ear,
This was what her mother had feared,
She always heard people wrong,
Couldn't even understand her favourite song!

She started at class 5J,
Really she had a bad day,
Instead of doing multiplication,
she did some addition.

One day, she got into trouble with Mrs McAllister,
(She was the headmaster)
Instead of building the base,
She started spitting in her face!!

Milly explained she was half deaf,
Mrs McAllister listened like a ref.
She suggested for Milly to go to a surgery,
A surgery called 'The Practitioner'.

Milly went with her mother,
also with her baby brother.
When the doctor gave her a hearing aid,
She was so embarrassed, she felt like she was going to fade!!

In Japan by Emily Harvey (aged 10)

In USA,
People like to play,
And like to make clay.

In Eccles,
We have kettles,
With bright petals.

In Spain,
They have a lot of pain,
And go on a train.

In Wales,
They have lots of trails,
But watch out for the snails.

Funny Countries by Fyqa Qureshi (aged 10)

In Japan
They use a can
To make a pan.
In New York
They use a fork
To talk.
People in Spain
Have lots of pain
When they're on a plane.

A Strange Day by Lara Ivkovic-Moutrey (aged 10)

On my way to Japan,
I saw a fat man
Dressed as a tin can.

As I as walked along,
I sang a song that was as quiet as a fog horn.

I saw a tree,
That talked like a bee,
It had honey
And it looked like a bunny.

Then I went to the beach,
And saw a peach,
But it was a leech.

I went home,
And saw some chrome,
On my silver phone.

Our Troubled World by William Coombs (aged 10)
(After Adrian Mitchell)

The world increases,
Constant change.
Evolution.
I hate that stuff.

The centre of an arrogant life,
We seem to revolve around it.
Money.
I hate that stuff.

The politician's burden,
The world's foundations crumble.
Economics.
I hate that stuff.

The useless waste,
We undermine our planet.
Landfills.
I hate that stuff.

A blank life,
Everlasting darkness.
Depression.
I hate that stuff.

People die,
Explosions, bombs.
Wars.
I hate that stuff.

Cannot stop,
At death's door.
Drugs.
I hate that stuff.

Man-made destruction,
Human's bane.
Pollution.
I hate that stuff.

Relief of all troubles,
Peace at last,
No more problems,
A final gasp.
Death.
I love that stuff.

Updated 8th May

Maths by James Lynch Bridson (aged 7)

One hundred and six, one hundred and seven,
Which one is it, maybe eleven?
I think I'll go for one hundred and one,
I put up my hand and shout, "I'm done!"

My Sights That I See Every Day by Jack Wager (aged 10)

Graffiti.
Makes me upset because it hurts our school.

Leafs and trees blowing in the wind.
They give us oxygen and makes me happy.

Birds looking for worms.
Makes me happy so they stay alive.

Nice green grass.
Exciting to walk on it's nice and soft and you can lie on it.

Clouds spread out.
Makes the sky look wonderful.

Palm trees blowing in the wind.
I feel the cold breeze.

Birds playing in the trees
Make me feel happy.

Cute puppy's barking in the distance.
Makes me happy because we have animals.

Old people in new houses
Make me happy because they have good places to live.

The Mourning Dove by Juliana Lynch (aged 10)

When all seems lost,
and the grass covered with frost,
look up above,
at the mourning dove.

She dreams and dreams,
of things unseen,
waiting for the day,
she will be free.

My Bedroom by Celeste Silcox (aged 9)

My bed in the corner,
my head on it soon,
sleeping in the light,
the light of the moon.

The plants by the curtains,
growing so quick,
so quick that soon they'll be ready to pick.
Books on the shelves,
hard back and paper,
ready to read when
I come up later.

My room's my favourite
place to be,
if only I had
digital TV.

Bullying by Celeste Carasquillo (aged 10)

Bullying is nothing fair.
It's where people can make you sad
and they won't even care.

You say what?
Why are you doing this to me?
And they walk smiling as if they were so happy.

To see you cry is like their dream,
while you bubble up with hot steam.

Fallen Comrades by Robert Laker (aged 10)

Distant memories
Before the humans betrayed me.
Factories grew and I shrunk.
A war between man and nature.
Humans having the advantage, cars, factories and litter were their weapons.
Mine was hope.
I hope that I would one day rise again and fight for my fallen comrades.

Sleep by Grace Alster (aged 11)

I close my eyes and concentrate,
Searching.
The deepest corners of my sluggish mind.
There! A shadow prowls warily,
I move to meet my target,
Caution.
It turns sharply and our eyes meet,
I understand.
The hard mask,
Slips
We merge as one and mind joins mind,
Peace.
Now at last,
I sleep.

Snow Days by Alexandra Jephson (aged 8)

Snow has fallen on the ground;
Now snowmen are sure to be found.
Off we go on a sledge speeding down a hill;
"Wow, that was fun!" children cry.

Days are fun in the snow.
"Almost up the hill," people say.
Yes we have fun in the snow;
Scarves, hats and gloves on snowmen standing in a field.

(Hi, Alexandra!)

Bullying by Juantrice Hartfield (aged 11)

Bullying is a crime.
Bullying is an endless point to nowhere.

Bullying is a threat against everyone.
Bullies are people who are scared to fight someone their size.

Bullies are not just punching.
Bullies are mean.
Bullies are weak.

Bullies are scared of people like them.
Bullies don't get attention.
Bullies are very cruel.

Happy by Alicia Garcia (aged 9)

I am happy, happy, happy
I am me, me, me
I can touch my head
And I can touch my knees
I have brown eyes
I tell little white lies
My daddy is funny
Because calls me mommy hunny

Beyond The Cast-Iron Fence by Tyler A. Hyers (aged 12)

Beyond the cast-iron fences
You will find fields of long grass,
Trees as tall as giants, and clouds of diamonds and jewels
Beyond the trees of Merrywood,
There are rows and rows of blackberry bushes,
Remnants of time-worn farm houses, and caves made of gold
Beyond the cast-iron fences
You will find the lovely trees of Merrywood,
The gratifying fields of long grass,
And a pot of enchanting leprechaun's treasure

High in the Sky by Victoria (aged 9)

When I was very high in the ocean blue sky this is what I saw:
magnificent mountains as high as God in heaven,
a river as wiggly and as slimy as a snake,
trees as small as a sprigs of broccoli,
bees that look like little black spots flying about in the sky,
the ground racing towards me.
Bump, what a trip!

Chilli Oil by Max Pearson (aged 10)

"Dad, Dad, don't be so sad!"
"I've lost my recipe book!"
"Dad, Dad, you should be glad!
For I am an excellent cook!!"

So I make and bake and cook some dough,
And leave the kettle a-boil,
"Bye Dad, I'm off to get a bottle of chilli oil!"

So I go off to the shop, in a run then a hop,
And meet a shopkeeper called Ron,
"Sorry kid, they've dropped the lid,
All chilli oil is gone!"

So later that day,
My best friend Tod came round Redford Way,
My lunch would
Be extremely good,
If Dad hadn't something to say...

"That's odd," whispered Dad to Tod,
"Chilli oil's normally red!"
"Chilli oil," I sigh, "makes you splutter an' cry.
I used engine oil instead!"

The Secret Life of Monsters by Sophie Comninos (aged 8)

If you could go,
where monsters lives,
a big surprise awaits you.
For monsters are
very ugly,
but eat the same
as we do.

They cut their cabbage,
not too good,
and not too bad.
They hate there little human neighbors
not one girl
and not one lad.

But others might
not believe you,
But this should be true.
So you should look out,
For this rare sight,
But keep it secret, do!

Happy Sky by Sara Beyer (aged 12)

the breeze flows,
gently, like a kiss on the cheek
from some ethereal being
and the skies glimmer with blue.

we are caught in the clouds' sweet
embrace
and I turn to you and
you smile a soft smile.

good weather blesses me
and it never rains
in this valley of the happy sky
where love abounds.

Hi Mary Cullen! You have to send your OWN poems! - RS

A Banquet Invitation by Sapphire Hughes (aged 10)

Dear Friend,
I invite you to a banquet,
Tonight at 6 o'clock
If you are quick, we'll steal some food, if I can find the key to the lock

I'll stash the food in the chest beside my bed
You guard the door, if I'm caught I'll be dead
Then we'll bathe in hot water and change into our most grand breeches and waistcoats
And we'll run past the sick room, where poorly children will be taking medicine and antidotes

Then we'll arrive in the ballroom, where the pig is being cooked and covered in honey
For appetizer we'll enjoy stilton and vegetable soup, the honey pig and potatoes,
plus fig pie and thick cream, never runny
I hope you can come, dear friend,
Yours Truly,
Clara

Trees by James Lynch Bridson (aged 7)

Are trees big?
Are trees small?
I'd say big,
'Cause they're awfully tall.

Trees can be white,
Trees can be brown,
Some are made yellow,
By the sun's hot gown.

Nature Couplets by Tyler A. Hyers (aged 12)

A wolf would hunt in the moonlight,
and the wild boar knows how to fight.
My dog wanders in the sunshine,
and sniff the trees of pine.
There is fire in water and smoke in the air;
you must see that these events are rare.
A fox trots down a steep hill,
down in the valley to get its fill.
Look up into the sky,
birds are flying high.
Water flows in the tiny creek,
in a chasm about a thousand feet.
Sand is not sticky as mud and clay;
it is warm and comfortable on a sunny day.
Oak Trees grow far and tall,
until the coming months of fall.
A fox spotted a rabbit in the grass,
to catch the rabbit is his task.
A cat walks in the moonlight
to look at the starry night.

When Times Were Good by Robert Laker (aged 10)

When times were good I saw the world.
From the mountains in Scotland to rivers in the great outback.
I glistened in the summer whilst children splashed and played in me.
I froze in the winter like crystal.
In the spring people went fishing in me catching everything from fluorescent goldfish to ugly pike.
In autumn red crunchy leaves settled on me,
they floated everywhere, people picked them out and swam in them as they had in me in the summer.
But that's all a dream now.

The Fancy Shop by Madison Austin (aged 9)

One day I was on my way to Ihop
but then I saw the Fancy Shop.
I asked my mom if I could go inside and she said yes.
She told me if I look at the jewellery
to put it back and not make a mess.
When I walked inside I saw a necklace that sparkled
and then I looked out a window and saw a dog barking.
I just ignored him and hoped he would walk away.
He didn't, he just stayed there right there and again started barking.
Then I got back to the necklace sparkling.

I went to the back of the store,
I saw more jewellery...more, more and more
I went over to a section where there were bracelets
and they were so cute.
I saw a bracelet with a loop and it looked cool.
I wish I could buy some of the jewellery for my friends
and bring it to school.
I noticed that the walls were blue
and I just wished I could buy this whole store by 2.

Then I looked out the window again
and saw my mom with her car parked right there.
When I got in the car my mom got me a snack
and it was a pear.
I really love and care for her.
I hope I can come to the Fancy Shop again soon but now
I'm on my way to Ihop.

Updated 24th April 2009

Create But Do Not Debate by Mishaal Gardez (aged 11)

Creating is so unlike debating
You do what you say,
And you say what you do,
When you create
You do not hate
Like you do when you debate.

Summer by Paige (aged 12)

A bright Summer day
Very powerful daises
Staring at the clouds

Life by Jess (aged 10)

My life changed as she walked into the room,
The news she gave us explained we were doomed.
She told us our class were going to be split,
I thought Ruby would have a fit,
We were felling dreadful as we went out to play,
She had really disturbed my day.
We stood in the playground discussing our news,
Everyone wanted to share their views.
My feelings were crushed, I wanted to cry
Normally I feel like I can fly.
We had to choose two friends to be in the new class,
I didn't want to, I wanted to pass.
The day came it was time to find out,
It was so horrid I had to pout.
The new term started it wasn't too bad
But I don't see as much of some people, which makes me sad.
The change wasn't as bad as I thought it would be
Now I'm friends with everybody.
I suppose I've moved on now.

Talking Shoes by Nimisha Mazumdar (aged 10)

I had a pair of shoes
Which would refuse
To stop talking
While I was walking

They were bugging me
So, I put them on a tree
But they came back
And stood on the rack

I thought I should have them burnt
So that a lesson was learnt
But they came back
And stood on the rack

I wore them to school
I looked like a fool
I know I made a mistake
I felt like throwing them in a lake

I gave a greedy smile
'Cause the lake was just half a mile
After school, I went to the lake
Now I know I didn't make a mistake

I threw in my shoes and ran away
But they followed me all the way
They followed me back
And went and stood on the rack!

Global Warming by Megan Barrett (aged 10)

The animals need our help
Where the animals live, their place is going to melt.
There is no time for the animals are leaving
Most of the animals are very hungry mammals
The earth is dying with all the animals

Meow by Saphire M (aged 12)

A cat's first word
A first sing
A first cry
A first hi
A first bye
Meow
A cat's first word

Further Along by Giovanni Santalucia (aged 8)

The gossip of the wind
spreads to the angel;
It carries on to the mutated moon,
Takes over the sizzling sun,
Punches lively earth - it
Hits rusty Saturn, throws Uranus away,
drains down the Milky Way,
It twirls in Andromeda,
It whirls in the whirlpool galaxy,
It jumps on the stars until each one is a goner;
Forever.

Mr Cottontail by Alisia and Aimee (aged 8 and 9)

Here comes Mr Cottontail,
Hopping down his Bunny trail,
Hippety Hop, Hippety Hop,
Easter's on its way.
WOW!

Here comes Mr Cottontail,
Looking at the Springtime Sun,
Hippety Hop, Hippety Hop
Easter's on its way.
WOW!

Always gives you Easter Eggs,
NEVER! gives you washing pegs,
Hippety Hop, Hippety Hop,
Easter's on its way.
WOW!

Easter's on its way
WOW!

Easter's on its way
WOW!

Easter's on its way
WOW!

The Weird Mrs Griffin by Paige (aged 11)

I have a weird teacher,
her name's Mrs Griffin
Some people say she's from Mars
I have a weird teacher,
her name's Mrs Griffin
She has a bright purple car!

She is funny, yet serious
and real yet fake
She has an ocean of information
or maybe it's a lake

I have a weird teacher,
her name's Mrs Griffin
Some people say she has a giraffe!
I have a weird teacher,
her name's Mrs Griffin
She knows every map and graph

She's young though she's old,
she has a nice smile,
she's silver and gold,
then bronze for a while

Some people wonder
what she does on the weekends
Some say she's an agent
but I think it depends
whether she's happy or sad
or hungry or full
When she's calm or she's mad
I still think she's cool

No matter where she came from
or where she is going
She's still our weird Mrs Griffin
with her unique ways in towing

The Moon by Giovanni Santalucia (aged 8)

When the Spongy Moon Pioneers got to
the executed moon, they decided to take a rest.
When the last of their eyelids dropped, and their muscles loosened grips,
they floated.
They floated until they rolled on grayish, flashing meteoroids and their bony bones softened,
but just then the peaceful lolling came to a halt
and the deep sleep travelers raced into the
fiery black hole until they ferociously
tore themselves apart and shot out
into open space.
From that second on, the spongy sleepers were
star food.

Beaten Bear by Ben Plume (aged 10)

I was in an outrage,
To see a beast locked in a cage.
He was beaten with a stick,
But his fur was very thick.
His face was as red as fire,
Cause he was trapped with a tyre.
He ended him with one last blow,
Then his face fell very low.

Global Warming by Ryah Doherty (aged 10)

Animals need our help,
The earth is going to melt.
It makes me feel confused and sad inside
because the animals could have died.
The snow's as white as the polar bear's fur
Why do I feel this way?
I liked things the way they were.
It's not fair they haven't done anything wrong,
So why should they suffer all day long?
Most of the animals are hungry mammals.
The earth is dying with the animals.

My Grandfather by Nimisha Mazumdar (aged 10)

My grandfather was someone with silver hair
People like him can't be found everywhere
His heart was gold and pure
And that is something I am very sure
He was happy throughout
From him I never heard a shout
He used to go for walks up and down
On his face there wasn't a frown
All I want to say
I miss his presence everyday
I want to thank God!
I want to thank the Lord!
For making him special to the remaining
And making his life shining

Floating High in a Balloon by Bethany (aged 8)

High up in a hot air balloon I smell the flames from the fire
High up in a hot air balloon I see the little sheep transformed into tiny balls of cotton wool.
High up in a hot air balloon I feel the tips of my hands holding on to the edge of the basket.
High up in a hot air balloon I hear the whistle from the steam train chugging along the track looking like a teeny toy.
High up in a hot air balloon I taste the lovely cheese sandwiches my mum made.

Up in the Sky by Jacques (aged 8)

I have been up in the sky before.
It is not as scary as it looks;
the fields look like a green flowery square;
the river looks like a blue python.
Clutching on the edge of the basket I realized it was only a piece of straw.
I can hear the burner roaring as loud as a lion going up to heaven.
The noise of the burner almost blew my ears off!!!
As ocean blue sky waved goodbye I said, Hi!

Trees by Umer Salimi

Here it stands
Among the little trees.
Grows fast,
But with not much ease…

The heat it bears
When the forest burns...
The ash it breaths
Weighing tons and tons

The bites of those ants,
Cutting each of the leaves...
Must also be painful,
For those little trees.

And don't forget the storms
and the deadly rains.
Hurling the whole forest,
on this one from the lanes

But still it stands…
Unwilling on the knees..
You say you suffer
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE TREES!!!

Ballooning by Olivia (aged 8)

I am looking down on the ground and I can see two people out on a freezing, cold, icy morning walk.

I am looking down on the ground and I can hear the animals making magnificent, loud noises.

I am looking down on the ground and I can feel the edge of the prickly, hard basket.

I am looking down on the on the ground and I can smell the crackling, fiery burner.

I am looking down on the ground and I can taste the grey, cloudy smoke from the smoking chimneys of the Lego houses.

Nature by Abigail Pril (aged 10)

As the tree stood still,
A rabbit was born.
As the grass had no breeze,
A snake was killed.
As a hunter ate,
Adder tramped by.
When night fell,
Time froze like a lake in Winter.
When the frozen time melted,
It was like a giant, warm blanket
Sweeping over the lands.
What was it that made the tree stand still?
What was it that caused the wind to leave?
And why did time freeze?

Moon Song by Saphire M (aged 12)

The moon sings a sweet song
Not too high
Not too low
A peaceful melody
That no one can hear
Its sound is like stillness
But a full theme park
Sometimes it's like rain
With the blaze of the sun
The moon sings a sweet song
Not too high, not too low.

Up High in the Sky by Lewis (aged 9)

I can see a sparkle dot just glazing in my eye.
I just think it is a little floating spot, dazzling through my eyes.
I can smell a really horrible smell like some thing has exploded.
I can hear an unusual sound shooting through my ears.
I can feel a very squiggy sandwich that my mum made.

The Bear of Despair by Joshua Sarpong (aged 10)

As I entered the tent,
on the border of Kent.
I saw a bear
full of despair.
As the people had no heart,
The bear juggled a tart.
I was full of sadness,
but the people were full of gladness.
And as things got worse,
it was as if the bear had a curse.
I could not take it any more,
I just had to exit out of the door.

High Up in the Fluffy White Clouds by Polly (aged 9)

High up in the fluffy white clouds I am floating round and a round.
I see a patchwork field as green as a frog,
A pond as tiny as a puddle with ducks that look like white dots covering it,
I feel the wind blowing upon my hand,
But one thing which caught my taste, a fresh country side wind witch is blowing in my face.

Up, Up and Away by Lucy (aged 9)

In my balloon I see a blue lake as wiggly as a snake.
Houses as little as Lego.
I smell the countryside, smelling like fresh milk.
I can hear little mutterings from the people on the ground as I set off high up and away.
I feel frightened when I am very high up.
But I shout I am doing it again
It was FAB!!!!!!!

Homeless by Luke O'Brien (aged 10)

Sitting like a rock all day long,
helpless and no food at all.
Feeling grateful when I go by,
under a bridge in London city.
Lying there, a bag of flour,
why doesn't he have a home?
Feeling angry, he has nowhere to go,
I see him with sorrow in his eyes.
"Come with me to the shelter",
I hope someone will say one day.

Up, Up Away by Megan (aged 9)

Up, up, up away you go in the deep, dark, blue sky.
A beige basket that you have never seen in your life.
You see seven big strong men in it all with adventurous faces.
Up, up, up away you go, you feel the breezy air.
You just want to grab it and feel like you're in an icy pond with shivery ice blocks.
But when you go into the pond the cold shivery shake ice blocks melt

Way Up High! by Emily (aged 9)

Way up high in the ocean blue sky
I wave to two people jogging as they pass by.
I look and I see a colossal tree,
the trunk is as dark and muddy as an elephant's knee when it's gone for a mud bath near the sea.
I turn around and stare, there's a gigantic lake as dark as the night.
Then we come joyfully down, down and down the swift fields rushing towards us like a jet in the sky
Then with a soft bump we land
and I cry, "Can we do it again?"

The Earthquake by Kelly Coughlan (aged 11)

They all turn a blind eye,
As I see them I give a sigh.
I feel so sorry for them all,
to see their houses fall, like an explosion.
The earthquake was a disgrace,
Now no people have a place.
I couldn't bear it anymore,
To see them hurt like a tortured bear, so sore.
As it continued on its way,
That was a horrible day.

Zoo Has a Vacancy by Megan Pearce (aged 10)

As I was walking to the park,
3000 people smirked at me.
As I looked at them all,
1 started laughing at the fool
Because 3 forgot their CV's,
2 forgot their hat
And 1 forgot everything, so that is that.
So I don't know what happened, but it was not very nice
So I went away and got some advice.

Up in the Clouds by Grace (aged 8)

I can smell a big busy farm that smells like cow manure.
I can taste the air floating past me very calmly
I see countryside down below.
It looks like a patch work blanket that has been stitched up.
I can taste the air coming the opposite direction.
I can feel clouds touching my body.

The Man Grey by Alex Justham (aged 11)

I was getting ready for bedtime.
as my dad told me a story about crime.
It was about 'Jimmy Lad'
who had no Dad,
who was Bad.
He was standing outside a house,
and scared a poor little mouse.
The quiet froze the streets and roads.
Like a lilypad nature toad.
They told him to stop,
but the knife wouldn't drop.
I felt truly sad,
but the man was glad,
and a little bit mad.
The man stabbed him so hard,
because he had dropped his guard.
With the noble mans last breath,
he was entering death.
So respect your life.
Not a knife.

Up, Up, Up by Anna (aged 8)

Up up up we go in the immensely crowded woven basket.
It looks like a bird has woven it for a nest.
Fields look like a cosy patch work quilt.
Birds look like little letters and a football pitch looks like an envelope.
The big balloon is like a giant party balloon.
I hope you get to go in a hot air balloon so you can write a poem like me.

Zoo Has a Job Vacancy by Sydney Brimming (aged 10)

As I was strolling down the street,
3000 people stared at me.
As I gazed at them all,
one started laughing at the fool.
One forgot their CV, one forgot their hat
and another forgot their hat, and that is that.
I took another peep and felt sick inside,
I was as white as a sheet.
I don't know what happened,
but is was not very nice,
so I went away and got some advice.

Up, Up in the Freezing Air by Kieran L. (aged 8)

Big red basket swoops wild wind
big red basket swings across the wind
forest as dark as a dungeon down there mini
green fields as crouched as a kangaroo as
fluffy as a sheep and smooth as a cow
I wish I could seen the magnified sheep and cows
House as flat as the ground
My trip in the hot air balloon felt fabulous.

My View by Lee (aged 9)

I went high up in the sky.
Said goodbye
I waved my hand and I was a little high
A patchwork quilt way down below that
Millions of squares
All different sizes.
Comfortable in my hot air balloon,
Sheep like little cotton wool buds,
I was nearly there ,
I saw my landing point
I said hello and they said hello back,
I finally landed BUMP BUMP BUMP.

As Cold by Josh C. (aged 8)

The basket as crowed as glue,
The grass as green as green can be.
The trees and grass look like patch dog
The brown basket floats along the water.
Volcanoes as deep as a massive hole.
I am as nervous as a TV star getting ready to perform on stage.
Aeroplanes as small as a hamster.

A Hot Air Balloon Flight by Alice Muhley (aged 9)

Looking down from the light blue sky as you fly in the magnificent sky birds fly by
Of my eyes see little white sheep just like cotton wool pleats moving around on the green patchwork ground.
Smell the country side sweet and clean
Fly into the sky as you see big oak trees as they sway in the breeze below
Hold on tight to the wicket basket as you go on an exciting flight.
Hot air balloons are so much fun but yours has just begun.

In the Air by Ryan (aged 9)

Balloon, magnificent balloon, go up and above in the sky, tasting the air.
Looking below from the sky seeing people like minuscule dots,
like lovely warm baths and streams like a running bath.
When I look up at the sky it makes me cry!

In a Hot Air Balloon Up High by Kieran B (aged 9)

In a hot air balloon way up high
see the features in the sky

Fly past the bird that sings like a whistling kettle
down below were the big band sings

You can see the shops and houses looking like Lego bricks
up in the sky where the jets zoom by

The clouds fluffy and soft try to touch them
but your hand would go straight through

"How wonderful it would be to go in a hot air balloon."

Town as Mini as a Book by Hayden (aged 8)

town as mini as a book
it's extremely hard to look
field looking like a flat brick wall
church looking tall
but town as mini as a book.

pavements looking strange
trees with snow on
looking like the mountain range
but town as mini as a book

trees look like little brown twigs
leaves look like multi-coloured wigs
but town as colossal as a book!

The Icy Cold Wind in your Face by Thomas (aged 8)

When you take off in your rainbow-coloured balloon
you peer down at the smallest you've ever seen your city…EVER!!!
As you get higher and higher and higher you can feel the fresh air and the icy cold wind in your face.

The birds sound like a music solo and the wind keeps on howling.
"Plus that's not all!"
"Yup you heard right there's still more!"
As you hear the bunsen burner roaring louder than anything on the balloon.
It sounds like a Norse god of thunder gargling with a hammer!!!

Now we are going down, down and down!
As it turns evening the sun says: "Goodbye!"
As I go down I think: "Oh my!!!"

Looking Down at the Mountain Range by Jake (aged 9)

Looking down at a mountain range as white as an angry snow wolf!
Staring down at fields that look like cosy patchwork quilt!
Tasting my juicy red apple as crunchy as ice!
Hearing birds as loud as a choir singing!
Looking down at fast streams that wind like slithering snakes!
Staring at fields as green as an emerald!
How lucky am I to be here in a hot air balloon!

Up in a Hot Air Balloon by Abbie (aged 9)

Up high in the sky looking on bright green fields I see
the farmer in his rusty tractor chugging along like a steam train running though the countryside.
I smell the fresh green grass like some blooming flowers in the garden.
The birds singing like a beautiful singer.
As I wave good bye.

A Floating in the Sky by Josh Lewis (aged 8)

I'm a floating in the sky looking down from the ocean-like sky,
fields are as green as an emerald
and rivers are just like a snake slithering through the bushes,
houses just simply look like a miniature town,
it's so much fun a floating in a hot air balloon.

Up High by Phoebe (aged 9)

Looking down from high up,
seeing people walking in the streets as tiny as ants.
The fields are like patchwork green, nice and tidy.
The roads are like squiggly snakes wriggling everywhere.
Woods are like bushes just waiting to be explored!
The sea is like a bubble bath just waiting to be jumped in!!!!

Gun Crime by Peter Appiah (aged 10)

"Boom" that's a shot,
right in the head.
People dying a lot
The people were frightened
because the bullet was as fast as lightning.
Not a moment to pass
But people bursting to laugh.
My baby was crying
When all the rest were dying.
Why did this had to happen,
When my parents were napping?
What is this all about?
What's gonna happen - I'm so, so scared
I might have killed the guy who
Shot my baby's head.
Now my baby's head is a cracked tomato
I'm gonna shoot that guy
even though I don't know why.
That's not who I am.
And lots of people were crying
Please stop, you're not going to win
You'll probably get your head blown off or something
I feel so alone.
All my family are dead
I might as well kill myself and be dead instead.

whizz me back to the top, please