The next update will be Friday 22nd August Poems must reach us by Wednesday 20th August Maximum poem length is 20 lines. Please remember to tell us your AGE or you may not be chosen!!! If your poem wasn't chosen. Why not look at Top Tips and try again? Tastes by Philip Rees (aged 12) Apples, oranges, bananas and pears, These are some of my bewares, Hotdogs and crisps, burgers and chips, These are some that meet my lips, Apple juice, orange juice, all are yucky, Coke and tango make my taste buds go funny. Rain by Alexandra Hayes-Rossiter (aged 11) Rain is many a teardrop from the heavens above It's like a bucket pouring little droplets of much love When rain comes, sadness goes and leaves no trail behind It does not linger in the clouds, a hiding place it cannot find A universe inside a drop The clouds can't hold and they have to stop And let the rain pour and climb and flow Onto the Earth it goes so slow And then it hits, bombards the trees And slowly starts to invade the leaves The pines, the oaks, the willow sees Rain's giving winter an early tease But it fights back, here comes the snow Here comes the wind starting to blow Rain is determined to win this fight If it has to pour all night! It will, it can and it just may Come again on a nice spring day. Then it will shower Give a drink to the flowers The lilies, the blossoms, the daffodils The petals it will start to fill These flowers are thirsty, they need a lot Even if it's drop by drop Rain will prevail It'll win this fight It'll come again on a winter night. Updated 18th August 2008 Rainbow by Ali Balasim (aged 9) Sun and rain mixed up With bright colourful colours Curving up the sky. I Like Writing Poems by Abbie Evans (aged 10) Poems are good. Especially when they get... smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller!!! Cold Winter's Day by Molly Farrelly (aged 9) Cold winter's snow as white as ever, Icicles as shiny as diamonds, Snowmen as tall as me, Red-breasted robin hopping in the snow, A big white blanket of snow laying on the ground. Fun in the Snow by Naomi Patterson (aged 11) The snow is falling. Happy - excited I play. Sad - snow is melting. All in the Sea by Emilio Cortés Castillo Dolphins, whales and sharks All swimming in the sea They are happily dancing And laughing at me. Louder Than by Maya Gouw (aged 11) Louder than a salmon screech, louder than a fireworks and crackers louder than a dog barking or a balloon popping louder than an iPod blasting or a lawn mower humming louder than a thunderstorm clapping Louder than a bowling ball rolling down the alley louder than a gun gatling louder than a motorcycle buzzing as it starts up again and again louder than a couple fighting that's how loud my father SNORES! Super Bowl Haiku by Kishen Pujara (aged 12) Giants Won the Game Patriots Won Game and Fame Both in Super Bowl Heartache by Georgia Cross (aged 11) Nothing can stop it, Pain like daggers in my heart, Tearing me in two. I cry out tears, Hoping the pain will leave too, But something's still there. The friend I have lost, The depression it has caused, My heart beats alone. Happiness by Alice Preston (aged 11) I can't believe it It's the best present ever I'm over the moon! All in the Sky by Emilio Cortés Castillo The sun, the planets, The moon and the stars are all in the sky they are telling us how wonderful it is to be so high. The Midnight Flower by Chloe (aged 8) The Midnight flower had one power and that power was to make another flower. She called the flower daisy. Then daisy had a baby and she called it Maisy They needed two so they could all say boo but at the one dropped lime on her best dress and had to stay behind and that's all I have to say because I am going back to the bay. The River by Michael Latham-Collins Relaxed and calm, she soothingly picks up her dress and tiptoes over the smooth pebbles. Patiently she waits for the leaves to float down onto her bed cover. As soon as she meanders around the corner, she carefully places the pebbles to one side. Gently she strolls along the path as she nibbles away at the river bank. Not long after she had her lunch, she takes her daily nap on her bed. Soon after she awoke she got closer and closer to the end. She got longer and older as her journey was nearly completed. And there it was… …the big wide sea. All in my Garden by Emilio Cortés Castillo I see green trees, red, white and pink roses, colourful butterflies flying all around, little birds singing sweetly with all their heart. Everything in my garden brings sweet melodies to my mind. Ice Cream by Maya Gouw (aged 11) I am Pearl Button I run BUTTON'S ICE CREAM STORE, there are flavors in my freezer you have never seen before, five divine creations too delicious to resist, why not do yourself a favor, try the flavors on my list: STRAWBERRY TERIYAKI CHICKEN CHOCOLATE TOFU THICKENED VANILLA BEAN CORNED BEEF CHEESY MOZZARELLA LEAF CHERRY SASHIMI COLA BROCCOLI LOBSTER GRANOLA I am Pearl Button, I run BUTTON'S ICE CREAM STORE, taste a flavor from my freezer, you will surely ask for more. Updated July 3rd 2008 Goal by Kieron Kelvey (aged 10) I am pleased right now I have just scored a goal then People are cheering Guess What? by Hamza Hussain (aged 8) I come from the shimmering swaying sea beds, I am mostly white but also a bit black, I am not dangerous, I won't bite, I am from all over the world. What am I? A shell The Park by Lucy Marriott (aged 10) Running through the park I feel like the wind, okay Now it's time to play Nothing by Thomas Mendham (aged 11) My heart is empty There is nothing there at all My feelings are gone When I Grow Up by Aidan Chelinski (aged 10) When I grow up, I'll be in a band, I'll play lead guitar and rock the land! When I grow up, I'll look so cool, my wardrobe will be bursting with things that rule! When I grow up, I'll live in L.A. My house will have guards to keep robbers at bay! When I grow up, I'll have a physique that will help me lift weights all through the week! When I grow up, I'll never sneeze, I'll be totally healthy from my eyes to my knees. When I grow up. I'll be a total success, you'll never Ever find me in a mess... No, no ... not me 'cos I am the best! Waiting for My Holidays by Sophie Baxter (age 10) and Jamie Fanning (aged 11) Feeling excited Staring out the window pleased Waiting for the taxi Running by Marisha Bowler (aged 10) Running is the best Running fast like a cheetah It is a great sport GOAL!!! by Kallum and Jamie We had a free kick In the 90th minute And scored a great goal. I was glad about scoring Jumping up and down so pleased. Our Not Favourite Things by Years 4 and 5, Briary Primary School (You can sing along to this. You know how the tune goes…) Pimples and bad breath, Strict teachers and maths. Brussels sprouts, parents that Make you take baths. Dead trees and blue cheese, Taking out the bins. These are a few of our not favourite things. Tidying my bedroom And rubbish on telly Red slugs and bed bugs And armpits all smelly. Mouldy green tuna And Batman keyrings. These are a few of our less favourite things. When the speech marks. Hearing Grandma. When I start to shave. We simply forget all our favourite things And then we don't feeeeeeeel sooooooooooo Strange! Smelly socks, moon rocks Assembly is boring Marmite and school shoes Everyone's snoring. Getting up early and not lying in. These are a few of our not favourite things. Washing the dishes And green stinging nettles. Wet sloppy kisses And burning hot kettles. Moles, trolls and dolls And we hate wearing bling. These are a few of our less favourite things. When the dogs bite. When the cats fight. Millions of miles away. We simply remember our not favourite things And then we all feeeeeeeellllll Okay! Relaxing by Louie Denton (aged 11) Relaxing to night I don't know what to do now Chilling on the chair What Am I? by James (aged 10) It is red and yellow with sparkles and swirls, Sometimes it loud and bold Sometimes its is sneaky and cold, It can make you shake or roll on the floor, It can make you warm and you always want more. What am I? Laughter Oh, Mighty! by Ewan James (aged 10) Mighty I must be I'm jumpy and I'm happy And I'm excited Windy Day by Ellen Willard (aged 9) It's a very windy day No one wants to play It's whooshing The wind It's swishing The wind And lifting the branches away. When it's a windy day The wind lifts my kite away It flies way up high And almost touches the sky That's why I like the wind because it makes me smile, And makes my kite go up in the sky And it reaches for Miles and miles Because it's a very windy day. Darkness by Chloe Greenham (aged 10) I cry as I fall, The depression it has made, Like a big black hole! Balance by Lukas Watson (aged 10) Darkness is sadness Light beams happiness so bright Both are in balance My Holiday by Usman Malik (aged 8) Going of on holiday to my favourite place I need to pack all my things in my big suitcase. Summer Holidays by Carla Fisher (aged 10) Nearly the summer I am so happy I could … Shout out loud and scream. The Terrible Tickle by Georgina Hodgkinson (aged 8) I've got a little tickle in between my toes, TUT TUT, you naughty tickle and off the tickle goes. Now that Terror of a tickle is tickling my knee, TUT TUT, you naughty tickle, don't tickle me. Now that really bad tickle is tickling my tum, TUT TUT, you naughty tickle, STOP! or I'll tell my mum. Now that absolutely irritating tickle is tickling my nose, TUT TUT, you naughty tickle, LEAVE! or I'll get the hose... ….and off it GOES, back to my toes! A Hero To Remember by Jessica Corden (aged 11) Sadness as I grieve A hero has gone to sleep With a golden heart He's still in spirit But not a human being I'll love you always Winter's Arrival by Kathleen Hu (aged 10) Big bears rest, Squirrels, too. Winters at its best. The blizzard winds give a cue, Saying that fall is gone, And no wild geese are in sight. The children play at dawn, Unaware of catching frostbite. While others read near the fireplace, Or those hard -working parents, Sipping coffee in a slow pace, And seethe about all the payments. As I ponder with care, A skier whizzes pass me, Crying, "Winter is here!" That, truly, I could see. Summer by Chloe Patton (aged 10) Summer is coming Summer brings love and great fun Summer is here!!! Playing but summer is going Summer will go so goodbye. What Am I? by Almas Zahoor (aged 7) I live in the deep ocean, I swim and jump like a kangaroo, I am blue and white, I travel in different directions in the horizon sun. What am I? A dolphin. I Am Scared by Marinela Reka (aged 12) O no I am so scared Of that monster that is not there O that monster gives me shivers Even though it is nowhere Guess What? by Komal (aged 8) I'm shimmering bright, I help you at night, I need batteries to work, I'm red and black, I have zig-zaggy lines, I gleam from inside and glow from outside, I'm not the sun, I'm not the moon, If you turn me on I flash in your eyes. What am I? A torch Guess Who? by Ihsaan (aged 8) I am dark black, I only come out in the dark damp night, I am nocturnal, No one can see me at all. I eat slimy, slithery, brown worms. My name starts with a b but I am not a bird, I am fierce and dangerous, I also suck the flesh of a human, Who am I? A bat What Am I? by Faatema Shah I am bright and shimmering like a star. I have got a zig zaggy pattern and I have got gleams inside me. I am black and red I have a button on my side to switch me on and off I need batteries to help me work What am I ? A torch Guess What? by Aamana Ali (aged 8) It's bright and it helps you at night, It's black and red, it's never fed, It's zig zaggy, The holder's shaggy, You use me at night, So you have light, I gleam and beam What am I? A torch My Sister by Nifat Islam (aged 8) My sister went to school and she was a fool Her name is Kate she always faints. She is the best, when you give her a test. She always sees beautiful trees. Kate is a sister, so she has a blister. Guess Who? by Ayesha Rehman I am a shimmering bright red , I have a bold handle to stop me dropping, I help you at night, I can also help you when the electricity goes off you can use me a lot. you can make puppets with me What am I? A torch Ying Yang Yo by Isfan (aged 8) Ying yang yo My feather has a bro' His name is Heather And he likes some leather! Powder by Ellie Seasman (aged 9) I am making a gusty powder but the steam is getting louder I had in rats' eyeballs but, oh oh, I have a call Updated 19th June 2008 Summer Is Here by Paige Taylor (age 12) Summer jumped out on us; We never knew she was coming! Hot, humid days of perspiration Women in backless tank tops The sun beating down School winding down... Longer days... Ahead... It's so hard, To sleep in your bed without feeling like your burning up! Summer is here! Here to stay with the northern hemisphere... For June, July, August! Summer! My Poem - Guess Who? by Zoe (aged 8) Happy Birthday to me, I live in a tree, I like to eat carrots, I'm a tree bunny! Happy Birthday to me, I live in the city, My brain is a smidgeon I am a pigeon! Happy Birthday to me, I live in the sea, Yummy fish are on the ark, I am a sand shark! Racing Rollercoaster by Cameron Brace (aged 11) Whizzing ......Spinning ............Screaming ..................Leaning ........................Furious ..................Fast ..............Frantic ..........Slowing ......Slower ....And slower ..Stop My favorite roller coaster has stopped Surprises Haiku by Abbie Evans (aged 11) Christmas surprises Under the big Christmas tree Want to be opened. Easter surprises Eating chocolate when I want I've nearly ran out! Halloween surprise Knocking on doors all night long. Eating sweets 'next day. Birthday surprises When will all my presents come? Here they are... ALL MINE!!! The Unicorn And I by Liberty Cheri Isabel Anstead (aged 11) I painted the clouds in the yellow sky I skied on the lush red trees so high I shaped the Earth for both you and I I heard a silent wormsnail cry I climbed a unicorn's horn of light I laughed my way down its back in the night I swung on the hairs of its tail so bright So this might, Be the sight, Of the night, Of the Unicorn and I Chocolate Pudding by Ebony Stephenson (aged 9) There it was staring at me. With a moist rich side. All creamy soft and spongy. I wouldn't be surprised if I died. The sauce just melted my heart. I thought to myself, "I'm in love". I spun around and around. I flew about in the air like a dove. I reached out my hand to grab it. The heavenly host sang out. Mother declared, "No its mine, don't touch it." I knew she was angry without a doubt. A Monster in the Closet by Abigail Amit (aged 9.5) There's a monster in the closet, as soft as silk. It's a rectangle shape. It's as white as milk. With four rock-hard eyes in a vertical row, No bigger than the seeds my mother sows. Two long, thick arms with holes instead of hands, With no legs at all, so he can't stand. His mouth is on his head with smooth, white lips. He has no teeth. He doesn't bite, he sips. With a hook in his mouth, He hangs on a bar That connects to the walls, so he couldn't go far. I told my mom, and she simply said, "It's your Holiday shirt. Now go back to bed". I Am Guilt by Brindley Inch (aged 11) I am Guilt, I look like a muddy puddle on a stormy day, I sound like a rainy night with strong wind. I smell of fear in darkness burning in the cold, I taste of mouldy bitter milk in a warm fridge. I feel like lightning has struck me twice and I've been left there, to decay, all alone, I am Guilt. Emotions Poem by Alex McManus (aged 11) Fear swept her long thin body into the room, where she cowered in a corner, She draped her long blonde hair over face, so anger could not stare at her with his red pulsating eyes, Fear was scared of anger because all he brought her was sadness, Anger liked to agitate people, to agitate people, to rub their problems in even more as he jumped in their faces, As soon as Happiness strode wide and tall into the room it gave fear, a sudden boldness, happiness' boldness seemed to over-power anger and he would soon filter away. Everything was now peaceful… For more Emotional Poems Click Here The Amazing Sun by Becky Boag (aged 9) The sun is 4.6 Billion years old. It's as bright as a billion light bulbs being turned on at the same time. I put on my new sun glasses and go to the pool (that's to keep cool). Life without the sun would make us as pale as the moon. The Sun's surface creates sound waves, yes really! I'm Amazed! The King of the Sky by Pranav Sriram (aged 8) The Sun is as vast as 14,000 Jupiters together It's as gleaming as the Eiffel tower, I go in my garden and super soak everyone with my Super Soaker, It's as orange as a fox's silky fur, In the centre of the Sun it is very fiery, Man! I am hot!! For more Sun poems - click here Jenny Swirl by Maddie Prow (aged 11) Jenny Swirl Was a real girly girl, Loved shoes and clothes Shopped everyday, Too much to pay From everything she chose. Jenny Swirl Was a real girly girl, But not for very long The bills came in Only left with a pin We read her completely wrong. Poor Jenny Swirl The ex-girly girl, Said goodbye to her Pravda handbags She was left on her own Completely alone, Only left with ruined grey rags. Poor Jenny Swirl, The ex-girly girl!!! The History of the Daleks - Part One by Scott Taylor and Lucas Fidler (aged 9) There's an extremely long story, About a mutant and a war, The story of the Deadly Daleks, Killing everything they saw They are slimy mutants, Inside a metal shell, They're the most feared race in the whole galaxy, They seem a bit like hell. Their shell has flashing lights, Whenever they start to talk, And in their eye is a light That sits upon a stalk. On their planet Skaro, A war had just began, The war between the Thals and Kaleds, (The Kaleds were a bit like man). There was a Kaled called Davros He came up with an idea so great, And into slimy mutants The Kaleds did mutate. (We're looking forward to seeing part two…) Marty Polarty by Michael J Burridge (aged 11) Marty Polarty is the boy with no friends He wears horrible jeans and lives in a wreck It seems to be that he has no respect Why does everyone not like this boy? Marty Polarty and his soggy teddy Sit by the wall in the yard The yard where nobody goes Marty Polarty, skinny as a rake Marty Polarty and his horrible jeans, His soggy old teddy All he wants is a place to stay He walks alone in the darkness Of the alleyway Day by day, year by year Marty Polarty has not been far Stuck in a wreck, no where to go Sits in a yard by the far wall The place where nobody goes A place that leads to an alleyway A place they call THE WRECK… Hate by Aksaule (aged 9) I feel like hate, I ate my homework. That's why, But I am shy. I say bye-bye to my parents. But then... Caboooooom! Socks by Katie Harding (aged 11) ..........Blue socks, red socks ..........Day socks, bed socks ..........Big socks, small socks ..........Short socks, tall socks ..........New socks, old socks ...........Shy socks, bold socks ...........Jungle, green socks, ............Nice, pink, clean socks .............Two socks, odd socks ..............Cat socks, dog socks… ................Dirty, smelly, socks (poo!) .................Shy anonymous socks (who?) ..................Very wise and agreeable socks. ................Some are rather stupid, pointless socks. ..............Some socks go on for ever, ever, ever ever, .............But the very unlucky socks are bought never... ............They stay on the shelves until they rot right away. .............Especially the ones that are white, itchy and grey .................Socks for adults, and, children (also called kids) ............................................Socks for silly things like bin lids. .......................................................Altogether.socks are fine. ...............................................................Worn all of the time. ....................................................................I'll be first in line .........................................................................I love socks Underwater by Sammy (aged 10) Underwater with air in my tank The sea below me is dark and dank. How nice it is to swim with friends We'd better not go down too far or we will get the bends. All around us are fish swimming with ease, More organized than a swarm of bees. Oh no! I see a shark In the waters oh so dark. One bop on the nose And away it goes. Finally up on the boat, How nice it is to be afloat. Soldiers Say by James Ternet (aged 11) I'm encircled by depression, A gentle mist of gloom, Waiting for destiny, To take me to my tomb. I'm led by my master, Friend or Foe, For I've handed my life, To one; I do not know. I lay there silent, Dare not to speak, As I dread, To hear my victims shriek. Surrender is not an option, This is where I belong, This is my destiny, But it seems so wrong. Helena Cope by Freya Somerville (aged 11) Helena Cope She loved soap She liked it in pink and blue She was fond of orange too. One day she found she had none left She was pretty sure it was theft Helena marched to the police And spoke to Sgt. Solice Soon there was a world wide search To find the person who had put Helena in a lurch Helena went to church everyday To pray the soap would find their way. One day everybody just gave up It seemed Helena was out of luck Helena has found another way But what it is I cannot say. Brighton Limerick by Shane James (aged 9) There was a young man from Brighton who always wanted a lion so he went to a zoo and caught the flue and now he is in the loo Teardrop by Maddie Prow (aged 11) I leap out of the half-closed lid. Sobbing deafens me. I trickle over lumps and bumps and stop once or twice. I race towards the end, it's a long way down. I pause as I fall off a chin. There I go tumbling through air and die on a surface. Emotional Poems I Am Guilt by Thomas Barton (aged 10) I look like a small gloomy man. I sound like a gulping machine. I smell like a bucket of gloominess. I taste like rotting teeth. I feel all empty. I am guilt Guilt by Finley Meades (aged 11) I am Guilt. I am a moving shadow with a mind of sorrow and a heart of darkness. I sound like crying children, imprisoned and tormented in Belsen. I smell of rotting wood, decaying and smouldering in front of your eyes. I taste of poison, and as I trickle down your neck, I explode in your chest. I feel of death, like a red-eyed rat, diseased and festering. I am Guilt. Emotions! by Thomas Duck (aged 11) I am Happiness. I look like the sun shining in the sky; my hair is blonde and trails behind me. I smell like a rose on a lovely hot day. I feel like smoothened fabric, my skin is silky soft. I sound like birds singing in the crack of dawn, the sound of nature calling. I taste of chocolate cake; every average person will have the temptation to eat me. I am Happiness! I am Sadness. I look like your worst memory and my clothes are black as if your best friend has just died in front of your eyes. I sound as if I have just been crying and the screaming of death. I smell of your possessions that have been crushed and burnt, I leave a scent of sour disappointment. I taste sweet and bitter like a hidden chilli that brings tears to your eyes. I feel rough and bumpy and I play back your worst memory, like a record button that never ends. I am Sadness! I Am Sadness by Michael Boden (aged 11) I look like a little red midget with a red cloak. I sound like a devil eating your insides. I smell of rotten dumps. I taste like garbage. I fell like a Hoover, hoovering your happiness out of your body. Jealousy by Mollie Waugh (aged 9) I am jealousy. I look like an ugly boy. I am as quiet as a mouse. I smell of rotting salty sea and dead fish. I taste of an unripe kiwi that's so hard to peel. I feel hot and bothered. I am jealousy. I Am Sadness by David Shaw (aged 10) I look like lightening shattering with rain on a stormy Christmas day I sound like a neglected baby crying and when I move it sounds like an old man dying. I smell of a ten-year-old soup festering in a thermos flask. I taste like mouldy apples with maggots munching through flesh. I feel like a deleted digital camera. I am sadness. Jealousy by Aaron Creighton (aged 10) I am jealousy, I sound like a person crying and laughing at the same time. I smell of a dump full of rotten old rubbish. I taste of salty water in the middle of the ocean. I feel of rotten fruit that is all soggy and soft. I am jealousy. Sadness by Khia Reynolds (aged 11) I am sadness. I feel broken-hearted, tired and lonely. I taste like the dripping water from a tap, and teardrops of a child. I stutter and get out of breath I smell like old clothes. I am sadness Emotions Poem by Brad Willey (aged 11) I am guilt , I look like a misty shadow lurking in the dark I sound like a squeaky mouse in the corner, round like a ball. I smell of dirty, muddy dustbins witch haven't been emptied in weeks. I taste of nothing an empty balloon filled with air. I feel embarrassed, selfish. I am Guilt. Sadness by Luke Sims (aged 11) I feel rough like jumpers and loneliness. I sound like crying children. I smell of rotten eggs and socks. I taste like the last sweet in the jar. I AM SADNESS Emotions by Tom Griffiths (aged 11) Fear is a spider, Hiding in the back of your garden. Waiting to pounce onto an unsuspecting victim. Happiness is winning the world cup And holding the cup for all to see. Sadness is a fire slowly burning down inside you. Sadness is painful like being left alone on a cold, dark night. Anger is a volcano about to erupt. It is as sharp as a kitchen knife. It is as loud as a raging battle. Emotions (…the second an emotion walks into the room we are filled with mystery) by Laura Nicholson (aged 10) When you are sad, emotions turn into a tearful blue faced man. Sounds of ignored sobbing. He stabs an icy cold hole through your heart. When you are angry he will turn into fear. Anger manifests as a red hulk, steam flooding out of his ears. His breath reeks of crimson hot chilli. Fear is shrivelled up, arms across his chest. Fear often shows you for what you really are, before you even knew it. Happiness has sunshine trailing her. She carries a glittery bag containing your happiest memories. She walks in your life, beckoning you to follow her trail of laughter… SUN POEMS The Magical Sun by Peter Panzar (age 9) The sun is 1,000,000 times bigger than the earth, The sun is a very hot ball of gas, As colossal as a tower in the sky, When the sun shines I'm swimming in a giant glass of lemonade, As shiny as a diamond shop with a huge jade, I feel explosive! The Excellent Sun by Katrina Sturnhöfel (aged 8) The sun is a big star, It's as hot as a blue fire flame, I go swimming in the busy pool, It's as orange as the sand on the beach in America, Like other stars, the sun is made out of two gases hydrogen and helium. I feel explosive!!! The Amazing Sun by Martin Will (age 9) The sun is a star, It's as shiny as polished gold, I am swimming in a cold pool, As blazing as the moon, The sun is a hot ball of gas, I feel hot enough to burn!! The Yearly Sun by Dietrich Varaklis (aged 8) The sun is the hottest part in the solar system, It's as golden as a rich king's crown, I go to the outdoor pool, It's as hot as dynamite exploding in a factory, The sun is 4.5 billion years old, I feel sweaty. The Summer Sun by Anshu Chandel (aged 9) The centre of the sun is the hottest part, I put my sun glasses on at the beach, As magic as a fairy tale, The sun is a big star, Even though we're far away, The sun is hot day to day, I feel relaxed in the summer. The Magical Sun by Peter Panzar (aged 9) The sun is 1,000,000 times bigger than the earth, The sun is a very hot ball of gas, As colossal as a tower in the sky, When the sun shines I'm swimming in a giant glass of lemonade, As shiny as a diamond shop with a huge jade, I feel explosive! The Summer Sun by Evan Hungerbuhler (aged 9) The sun is 330,000 times as heavy as earth. As hot as the middle of the earth. I am eating ice cream and drinking lemonade It's as energetic as me after I am done sweating. The Surface is 6000 degrees hot I feel explosive The Sun by Sanaa Monica Bladh (aged 9) Our special and necessary thing. The sun was born in a nebula, As sweltering as S.I.S. sports day, The sun is a big ball of gas, As blazing as the blue flame in a fire, I buy five popsicles, I feel so free! The Gigantic Sun by Felix Holtorf (aged 8) The hot surface of the sun is 6000°, It's as sweaty as Ronaldinho after a Soccer match, It's so energizing that I could climb every tree in the World, As important as the earth, The Sun is 330,000 times as heavy as the earth. Updated 6th June 2008 My Family the Doughnut by Eliza Giallongo (aged 11) My family is a doughnut, My dad is the cake part, My mom is the jelly filling, My brother is the yummy and sticky frosting, And I am the rainbow sprinkles on top. Life by Sofia Goodman (aged 11) In my palm the future lies, Its form: a dot, small in size. Covered in dirt, I bend down, I gently place it in the ground. I'm pouring love, and water too, It's growing above the weeds I shoo, Slowly and surely, it has survived, And so much more than that, it's thrived. Now I lie beneath the tree, I look up at what I see. A new seed falling down to earth, The mighty tree has given birth! The Waves by Emma (aged 10) 'Crashing, bang wallop!' Bellowed the waves to the cliffs, 'Get out of my way' But the cliff did not listen, And was reduced down to sand. Pluto's Poem by Conal Land (aged 10) Pluto is a lonely child, Farthest planet from the sun, "Take away it's planet status" No wonder it runs away. I Jumped Across The Finish Line by Jay Vachhani (aged 11) I jumped across the finish line, My heart thumping in my chest, And when I met my dog, It began to whine! I leaped across the finish line, A thumping in my chest, And I forgot I was wearing a vest! I hopped across the finish line, As I had twisted my ankle, I fell over! I skidded across the finish line, And went home! I've got bored Doing something across the finish line So I'm gonna pack it in! Wonder-Full Flower by Justin Best (aged 10) Why is the flower ruled by the power of Mother Nature, not you? How does it know to bloom in the sun, and not in this little room? Who tells this flower to shrivel, or have the power to bloom? Will the flower bloom into a big cocoon of color, or be dull as the sky on a gray day? I wonder... White by Eliza Giallongo (aged 11) White is a color, White is a brilliant light, White disappears in the middle of the night, White scares away all fear and all fright, White wears a bride on her wedding night, White is cool, Meaning not hot, It rebounds the sun rays when hot we want not, White is the color of the sparkling snow, And if you don't know I will share what I know, That white is a brilliant light that scares away all fear and all fright In the middle of the night. Midnight Flower by Laurel (aged 11) A midnight flower alone in the dark It stays there so peaceful down there in the park The flower so sweet, so kind, so still Its beauty so powerful it gives you a chill Spring by Ashwin (aged 7) Sunshine and light, Always it is bright, Flower blossoms everywhere, Birds flying in the air. It is nice and warm everywhere, Children are playing with love and care, No one is sad, Everyone is glad. Happy by Alexandra Pakulski (aged 8) Happy is like the color of pink, like pink lemonade. It makes the sound of whiskers. It feels calm on a big hill, with the smell of warm air of the sunset. The other valleys makes me still happy, with the rainbow valleys below me. Happy make me think of mountains. Happy tastes like the warm air from the sun. Happy comes down the mountain and I follow it. It lands in my bed and I join with it in my bed. Happy falls asleep into the night. The Apple Tree by Beatrice Knights (aged 9) What a sight What a spectacle The proud strong apple tree in front of me. Its shimmering shiny Splendid leaves glistening in the wind Like a lake in the sun. Its grass green apples Weight its branches down as if they were Broken stems of daffodils What sun and rain can make together Such beauty and such radiance Is like a field full of marvellous things. This is my apple tree. Journey of Life by Ashwin V.Harihar Up the hill, Down the hill, Go Jack and Jill So like courage and thrill! Life is not the same all the day Light follows darkness every day So like yesterday and today! Failure is not an end Tears flow only to mend So like the moments we spend! Success makes us hop and skip See the hard work not to slip So like the life's trip! The Bus to School! by Eleonora Angjeli (aged 11) Brum! Brum! Brum! Gulp Gulp! Mmmmm! Beep Beep! Gulp Gulp! Mmmmm! Tick-tock Tick-tock! Ziuuuu! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Snap! Hhhh! I guess that I missed the bus again! The Storm by McKay Flake The storm started out as a grain of sand And grew like the Population in India. THE STORM GROWS AND GROWS AND GROWS Until it covers the sky, Like a book covers its pages, With no pages showing. But just when the cover is shut, it opens and reveals a story of rainbows. Summer and Winter by Eleonora Angjeli Summer Bright, Warm Running, Splashing, Playing Sneezing, Freezing, Snowing Cold, Rainy Winter Apple by David (aged 11) A wesome P eel P lump L ovely E at Sea Shells by Ashwin.K (aged 7) Sea shells shimmering by the sea shore, Sea shells washed by the deep sparkling sea, Sea shells glittering in the bright yellow sand, Sea shells like a jewel in the sand. Sea shells any colour you like green, blue or red, Sea shells used to be an animal inside, Sea shells being collected worldwide, Sea shells everyone likes them in the whole wide world. Updated May 21st Mars by Hannah Brown (aged 9) Mars is a 50 foot hill It is the 4th planet from the Sun Mars is as strong as a wrestler It is a big red ball Sun by Emily Gates (aged 9) I often look into the sky, Wanting to look you straight in the eye, Big ball of bright fire, Drifting higher and higher, Spreading the land in a stunning gold lace, Leaving in the sky your own little trace, But what I detest, Is when the big green hill that you set behind hides your face when you want to rest, Oh big ball of fire, Roving around the globe like a tyre, Follow me round Making smiles all around! M o n e y F a c e by Maya Gouw (aged 11) I have a million A million of a million Dollars, A million Cheques, A million Bank accounts, A million Stocks, A million But I woke up And I was crying for a million minutes Because it was just millions of dreams The Sun by Georgina (aged 10) The sun is a powerful leader protecting the solar system from danger he plays with the nine planets gleefully like children, while feeding them with heat and light. so warm he is shining bright, the biggest, hottest star. Jupiter by Max (aged 10) Jupiter, red and cloudy, the leader of all planets, he is never alone with his sixteen friends, but Earth always makes fun of him because he is a little bit gassy. Saturn by Joe (aged 10) Saturn, a hula-hoop genius Dazzling and shining for coolness It's hip, it's hot it's cool Watch her, great, Saturn's not a fool. Mars by Amber (aged 10) Mars is a red apple glistening through the solar system Mars is a wrester punching through the night. Mars is an angry planet. Why do you think it is red? Fantasy of Nature by Fatima Sartaj (aged 12) The giant blue umbrella above decorated with spots of white paint, the marvellous curve of colour on it spread across like smooth butter, and the new burning sun floating up as if being carried a red fiery phoenix. The tall desperate mountains trying to reach up for the wondrous sky, and the clean fresh air so pure joyous, but, silent and calm. The merry bird's sweet song and its sound searching for someone. The thick, green strong trees standing or bent before nature, and blood-red roses, too, and its beauty still not affected by its sharp thorns. The innocent blue, seas, too, a separate world but yet so full. The tiny new born lives so delicate of plants, animals and mankind, and this forest-like world filled with all sorts of greenery and creatures, but who made all these things so incredible? Who made them all so beautiful and unique? Angel from Darkness by Abbe-Gayle Gresham (aged 10) I enter the tunnel The tunnel of darkness, going deeper and deeper Then a light appears it grabs me It pulls me higher, higher and higher Until I lose my breath I feel like an angel I am an angel I am an Angel ready to fly Updated 7th May Happiness by Madison Liggett Happiness is the colour yellow, It looks like sunflowers in a field, It smells like a new born cow, It feels like a nice feeling going down your body, It sounds like new born chicks Tweeting as they are coming out of the eggs. Emotion Poem by Jade Palmer Happiness is the colour yellow Happiness is like a rainbow and as lovely as gold It looks like candyfloss, big and fluffy It smells so sweet, like a growing strawberry It tastes like birds tweeting in the green trees. Poem, Poem, Poem by Fatima Sartaj (aged 12) Poem, poem, poem, what shall I write about? Shall I write about a beautiful butterfly flying in a field of colourful flowers or shall I write about a huge, ugly monster destroying a populated city of high towers? Poem, poem, poem, what shall I write about? Shall I write a riddle about the mysterious rainbow in the sky or shall I write a rap about a really cool gangster guy? Poem, poem, poem, what shall I write about? I don't think I'll ever write anything special down, something that will turn my frown turn upside down, but I won't stop thinking, I won't so easily give up, I'll think more creatively, I'll proudly sit up Ragdoll by Disha Duggal (aged 11) Ragdoll, hanging on the wall, Made from buttons and scrap. Who made this doll of wonder? I glance at it and ponder. I wonder if you set a trap in a forest deep and dark. And when a maiden came along, did you pounce upon her and tie her to a tree bark? Then with black magic created something quite tragic. Chanted rhythms and rhymes. As the wind chimed, maiden turned ragdoll Hung upon my wall is there a trace of sadness in her beady little eyes? Black magic is madness It's something I despise . Forgotten Days of Autumn by Megan Rensch (aged 12) What upsets me most is that people cannot see the wonder that is Autumn. It just gets them down and makes them frown and miss the heat of summer. But I've never liked the burn and rash that comes from a summer's sun and I just can't stand the constant sneezes, a reminder that spring has begun. Have they ever walked through a forest just to see the golden trees? Or ever took the long way home just to hear the rustle of leaves? Have they ever stayed up all night when they should have been asleep in hope of seeing magnificent bats glide, swoop and shriek? And if they hate winter so, why not make the most of now? It's the last chance to enjoy ourselves before the cold makes us foul. What upsets me most is that people can't see the wonder that is Autumn It just gets me down and makes me frown and leaves my autumn days forgotten… wasted. Tigger by Dan Ward (aged 12) T - talented tigger talks to trees I - incredibly ignerent G - gentle and generous G - gives good gifts to girls E - eager to enjoy engines R - runs round in his run Luis and Friends by Jorge (aged 7) Hello do you want to play today? No said Luis Seasons by Aliva dash (aged 12) In my view, seasons patiently stand in a queue, waiting to come and display their enthralling features. Summer with the warm sunshine, soothes the world of the frosty weather, but soon extends in a agony of heat which keeps people lamenting. Droughts, sunstroke, fever, reigns over the season, and people suffer for this reason. But soon with the alighting of the rainy everything seems to be topsy turvy, Green, green enhancing sights, but cyclones, floods destroy, these charming heights. Then comes the winter, in which people in the evening saunter. But cold prevails strongly and people suffer longly. So each and every season , has some merries, and some sadness. But it is due to this..., The circle of life goes on and on !!!! Poison by Sadaf Tokhi I have stopped glistening, I am not fresh, I am the deadliest thing, I'm poison, I'm dead. I used to be a flowing river, until one day, brick by greedy brick, a factory was built, spewing poison into me, my friends have died, my nature is extinct. I am forgotten, I am DEAD! The Cycle of Seasons by Fatima Sartaj (aged 12) Winter's white snow is eventually here, Pea-like in size, very round and clear Then Spring's warmth will come into gear, Blooming flowers and birds singing mere After Summer's primrose sun so sincere, Bright days and lovely rainbows so dear Comes Autumn's chilly shivers every year Crispy leaves blowing here and there! A Block of Ice by Fatima Sartaj (aged 12) At one time you're strong, and so cool, young, athletic (but sometimes a fool), Going to university, college or even school. Then you grow up more, life opens you a new door, Going to work? Like water you slide across the floor, And feelings of laziness awakens inside you more. Finally, then arrives your least favourite - last Stage, You're melting away? Old age is eating you up with rage, And so coming to a full stop or an end is your grand voyage. So you see, were in a way some-what like a block of ice, One moment we are then were not, like an eaten spice, And do we lose our shape? Well doesn't a block of ice A Humongous Cake by Fatima Sartaj (aged 12) This world is like a humongous cake Which God has made for our sake, We're the uncountable candles decorating it Filling it up,and making it look fantastic, The nature is the icing around it, sitting Making it seem much more lively and exiting, Our world is unique and we have only one, yes? It's our only hope and home so let's not mess, Let's stop fighting over it let's stop embracing wars, Lets us share it just like we share the sky and stars, Will this cake be cut in to many parts you suspect? Shouldn't we just let it be and give it some respect Updated April 28th 2008 My Mum by Sebri Addous (aged 11) You are my Rolls Royce Phantom, Giving me comfort and satisfaction. You are my RAF Fighter Jet, Shooting down any bad thoughts. You are my Range Rover Discovery 3, Leading the way up a treacherous mountain while I follow you. You are my own personalized Lamborghini, Perfect for every need of mine. You are a rescue boat out at sea, Watching me from the first stroke to the last. You are my Buggati Veyron, The most beautiful car in the world. You are my Mum, Who will not stop loving me until the day I die. Spring by Faye (aged 8) flowers in the grass sun is in the sky birds are in the air really, really high The Blackberry by Olivia le Marchant (aged 12) dense, woody plant, that climbs up hedges sharp prickles on stems and under the lime green leaves a berry is seen small and red. autumn has arrived and the bramble bush is in bloom trefoil, evergreen leaves with a hint of brown. luscious blackberries have appeared. black as a moonless night with a silk like scrumptious juice the blackberry grows. as she is being created humans come and go and so is she, leaving the bush with them. A Little Girl Called Saanvi's Wish by Sharanya Satish (aged 8) This little girl wishes she had a teddy bear to hold And a dress for the bear covered in gold. She would like to stick a round bindi on her forehead, And hold her teddy bear, and to go to bed. She would like her mother to hold her tight, As she falls asleep smiling in delight. Chocolate by Ophelia-Fleur Flecken (aged 11) Cadbury's chocolate is Horrifyingly addictive Oh how I wish I could refuse Cadbury's chocolate Oh how delicious and Luxurious And Tempting to Eat Spring by Brogan Ryan Byrne (aged 11) Spring is when flowers grow, the daisies, the daffodils and the buttercups you know. When spring begins here come the bees, and the grass is up to your knees. Spring is when the offspring is born, and farmers grow food such as corn. In spring the rain comes to make food grow and in spring your not suppose to see the snow. In spring fruit grows on the trees, and the flowers are pollinated by the bees. The fruits are bananas, apples and peaches, and after the spring people go to the beaches. Spring has April fools for one day, when silly jokes are played. April Fools is so much fun, and it is enjoyed by the old and the young. In spring Easter is here and all over the world there is Easter cheer, chocolate, Easter Bunnies, and sometimes for the mummies. Spring is when the sun starts to shine and in the year spring is the most fun time. The Strawberry Poem by Priscilla Llanos (aged 12) Rub me with your finger, wash me under the tap cut me, chop or slice me. I shine in the bright light the reflection of my red jumper I'm also red and juicy on the inside sweet or sour you decide Dip me in sugar or cream and it will make me dream that I am near your mouth not in my bowl waiting alone, like the sun without the moon the seeds on my skin shine with the stars Will you eat me? Football by Tyler Mills (aged 11) Under the lights Inside the stadium In the quarterback's hands Over the defender's heads During the wave To the sidelines Past the coaches Along the players Near the crowd Through the rain On the receiver's hands Toward the end zone Without defenders With blockers Into the end zone The game is won 20th of May by Emma Clarke (aged 10) 20th of May That's the day Back in '97 Me, now I'm nearly eleven The picture was taken of me, Dad and Mum Nursery rhymes they would gently hum The sound of congrats and happiness for me Filled my heart with a shimmer of glee From that day my life began The phone always rang People came to watch and hold What a lovely tale that's just been told. What If by Jade Mikayla Williams (aged 10) What if a house was in the sky, What if a train could fly. What if an aeroplane could walk, What if a tortoise could talk. What if a month was called a day, What if a panda could neigh. What if the sky was yellow like a daffodil, What if a bottle could automatically refill. Pineapple Poem by Siobhan Slattery (aged 12) My spiky hair stands out, Above my rough skin it does, But I'm sweet on the inside, Don't judge me on my cover, Cut me, bite me, love me, Bright as the sun inside, Standing high up proudly, Ready to be made into, Chunks, Rings, juice and more, Providing licked lips and Full stomachs with my sweet charm, The knife is gleaming at me, I'm ready when you are. 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. Will you pick me? The Tornado by Albert Gremmel (aged 12) The tornado tore through The town ripping Up everything in Its path like a Bulldozer it knocked Everything over Like a baby it destroyed And flung all The trees then Disappeared into the Darkness Flame by Connor (aged 10) The flame flickered spookily in the darkness like a Devil's ember eye Then the sudden flame drifted and darted into the light like an erupting volcano spitting out lava. Liquidly melted wax dripped on the floor from every delicate step he took. The dainty yellow flame flickered so brightly it glowed like a Sumurai sword the soft wax dripped into his drowsy hand and the flame went out like a rocket shooting off into outer space. Hats by Kaitlyn (aged 12) And sometimes I wonder are they really people or bees with stingers? So I wear a hat everyday but I don't want to wear this hat anymore I want to be who I used to be where climbing to the top branch meant everything to me It doesn't matter though because if I take off my hat off the bees will sting harder than ever but don't you ever wonder what'd it be like without these hats? No one would ever be the same Let's take 'em off and show who we really are! The Four Seasons by Cleo Payne (aged 8) Rain dripping down from the sky and onto the flowers making them grow. The earth being restored. SPRING! Sun shining down on you from above. Thunder crackling. A break from school and learning. SUMMER! Leaves tumbling down from the trees making huge welcoming piles to play in. FALL! Snow drifting down from a gray sky. Perfect for snowmen. WINTER! The Strawberry Poem by Jennifer Toppan (aged 12) Cut me with your knife wash me under the tap water. Dry me, eat me, taste me, take your first bite till I burst out of joy and juice delight as if you drink a juice. Waiting, every minute you crush me in your mouth in taste and love I sit in the cool fridge... waiting for you to open it and take me out Are you hungry yet? I am waiting Native Americans by Jessica F. (aged 11) Native Americans step boldly onto the warm sand, The chief moves closer, a spear in his hand, His body stands firm, his fierce dark eyes scan the coming ships on the horizon, He must create a plan, He tells his people to hide, They spot their tepees, and dash quickly inside, The children first and adults last, Some animals slide under bushes, while others run fast, As the mammoth ships sail closer, Some of the tribe dashes quickly out from the forest, Already ably armed with spears and slings, As they clutch their spears skilfully, The ships move dangerously close, "Explorers", the chief whispers, transfixed, For they are Native Americans. My Brother by Amber Gadd (aged 10) Though my brother is cute I think sometimes he Can be rather silly Knocking around, pulling faces Laughing all the time, Even at me. My brother has an awful habit Of sneaking up behind me Not knowing what I will do Surprise! Surprise! He… TICKLES ME! Even though he's sometimes Really annoying, I love him to bits What I Could Have Been by Casey Dahlgren (aged 11) I could have been the shining fish, gliding through the ocean depths. I could have been the songbird on a bough, with a calm melody and no score before me. I could have been a wisp of cloud, parading forth for all below to see. I could have been the cascading starlight, luminous as it floats gently to the earth. I could have been a great tall tree, a sentinel above the world. I could have been a magnificent owl, with silent wing and watchful eye. But I wasn't Because I chose to be me. Eat Me by Eleanor Smith (aged 11) Pull me by my hair, although there is only one, wash me, before you gaze at me but be careful I sometimes run! I love my red, red coat, it always shines in the sun. Everybody loves me, no wonder I taste so good don't forget at night to put on my red hood. my mother may be dead, but I still taste like me I love the summer very much, because that's mostly when I am eaten. you can love me inside or out! it doesn't matter. so hug me, eat me, care for me. What Am I? by Rachel Potts (aged 10) I fly so high up in the sky, I have a tail that swirls and whirls, I'm red and blue, green and yellow, People say I'm a pretty fellow, My frame is very, very light, I swoop and loop, dip and flip, I really do enjoy my trip ! ...! .....! ........! Why I Love Earth? by Devon Womack (aged 10) I love Earth for many reasons, especially its seasons. When its cold, planet Earth becomes very bold. The Earth is very nice. It makes us all warm, And it does that for us, and the local farm. And I love Earth for three reasons, Its art, Its good hearts, And it's smart, Earth is our friend, Treat it poorly and the Earth will come to and end. We should care, Because Earth and us are a perfect pair. Smelly Fruit by Natalia Punton (aged 12) I am a tasty fruit, I am, But you are being told, Nose-pegs at the ready, I smell like stinky mould. Hold your noses or chop them off, Because I know you can't resist me, My outsides green but my middle's cream, You'll find out when you see me. What Am I? by Amadea McKenzie I am pure, I am bright I taste just right my fingers are smooth my heart is tender I can sit so still my bitterness is slender I get scanned by the till and off I go on my way home I stay very low I am not big I am not small and don't ask me again I am not a ball though I am I say I'm not I am complicating but very well dating I look like the sun I taste a world of fun I don't move, stand or talk, everyone loves me the way I am, you can cut me in pieces, you can slice me in sections, everyway I taste the same, well whose to blame, what am I? Your Own Song by Emma Clarke (aged 10) Song writers make their work in their head The words to be sang not to be said The beautiful lyrics and music combined Your own song is one of a kind You put all your work and feelings into this song And your opinion can't be wrong You have written it with your own willpower Like a sweetmaker knows how much it will be sour For you have chosen everything And as for that you are its king So go and spread it to the universe And let your band well rehearse! Sweets by Briony Higgins (aged 10) Sweet or sour. Whenever I fancy Eating, chewing, chomping, sucking Even though they're bad for me Tickling my taste buds Scrumptious, delicious sweets! The Ballerina Dance by Jessica F. (aged 11) The moon is high in the sky, As the gentle swan floats by. Graceful ballerinas twirl around, Careful not to make a sound, Their pretty white slippers barely touch the ground. Bright yellow stars twinkle and shine, As the ballerinas dance in line. Then the sun starts to rise As in the lake, one swan lies. Then, with a look of surprise, The ballerinas dance one more dance. And as night turns into dawn, Quick as they came, the ballerinas are gone. In the lake lies only the swan. And the sun, now big and bright, Fills the sky with morning light. Baseball by Benjamin Curran (aged 9) baseball fun, action packed hitting, throwing, catching, pitching I hope I get a home run, I hope I get a home run running, batting, scoring, winning hard work, team work baseball Winter by Katie Rumsey Cold wintry days sitting by the fire Wrapped up nice in my coat Watching the snow fall from the sky . Why is snow so white and fluffy? Snow is so cold, why? Snow is snow, it's all wintry and cold and fluffy The Search for Helsinky by Lama Khatib (aged 12) Evil or Good? Nobody knows It was misunderstood All along A monster or a pet? A true mystery Nobody could find out Throughout history Wide flaring nostrils A fiery tail Friendly or hostile? Nobody could say A dragon By the name of Helsinky The name only Brought fear to many Until this day I still seek Some kind of proof To the tale of, the mighty, Helsinky Cheeses by Edward Stringer (aged 10) There's... Stilton Blue cheese French Brie Cheddar Edam Red Leicester Gorgonzola Wensleydale Strawberry by Dredheza Maloku (aged 12) I lie in my plastic box, the box that brought me here. My brothers and sisters around me disappear one by one, And the cold white place all around is big and scarier with every fresh look. But the friends I have made are all here, and so it is easier to bear. They tell me I am beautiful, with luscious red skin, And delicate seeds to multiply me, I have hair as green as grass, This must be cut off, if I was to be enjoyed, By the strange life outside the cool, white box. Wait. There is a sound, a familiar squeak as the white box opens, A familiar face peering in, picking me up, And placing me under a waterfall, where the water is cold as ice. There is a strange tingle, as I am picked up again, By these giant things, and placed somewhere warm, dark and red, I feel a cool, sharp metal hit my body, my delicious juice pouring out. So that is my story of how I was picked last, To leave the terrible white box, and be enjoyed very fast. America by Jessica F. (aged 11) Gorgeous, glistening seashores, Teem with varieties of fish, Lush emerald forests swaying silently, With pine trees you can't miss, Mammoth mountains majestically point to heaven, Capped with snow, chilly and white, Calm rivers flow soft and swift, While rapids roar with all their might, America's plains are vast and dry, Stretching as far as you can see, America, America, beautiful for eternity, God bless America, My home sweet home. Just a Dream by Sharanya Satish (aged 8) I saw... A bee lifting a tree, A rose with a nose, crows with eyebrows, And a crane driving a train! A snake baking a cake Snails delivering a mail A hare sitting on my chair A tiger playing with my computer Just then... A soft voice fell on my ear- "Get up! it's 8'O' clock my dear!" Thank god! it's just a dream! Fears by Emma Clarke (aged 10) There was this girl who I saw right here Full of confidence but destroyed by her fear Her mighty fear was of breaking a bone Imagining having pinned or even sewn The sound of a crack of her body part Barley unnoticeable likes the beat of a heart But indeed she knew she had to be strong And as for that she couldn't be wrong It was her arm that was terribly broke I get you I will is the words she spoke If only he didn't get her so mad She wouldn't have attempted to hit the lad Her face went bright and beetroot red And that is all that is going to be said Let's forget about the gruesome and gory And let's get back to this wonderful story Days and months went bye The more and more she would sob and cry She hated the pot she really did She would imagine having the pot on for her last years of been a kid But sooner or later the day came She knew her arm would be just the same The pot came off To release a mighty shock Her arm was skinnier than it's ever been And as for that she wasn't so keen Soon her arm will be back like it used to be And soon said I'm back to been me There was this girl who I saw right here Now recovered after been destroyed by her fear Updated 4th April 2008 Check - has your poem dropped off this page into the Old Poems' Rest Home? 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