The Treasure Chest The pick of the best poems from August to November 2002 World by Dylan Taylor (aged 12) Where has all our effort gone? Why must all the world suffer from one man's wrong? When pollution fills the air ahead, We humans are as good as dead, But some sing a different song. These are those who will correct that wrong. They say it is not too late, But the rest of the world will chose its fate. Still some do not see. Why can't nature be left in harmony? Some Day by Rachael Campbell (aged 12) Some day when the world is old And people's thoughts are no longer new, When life has fallen from it's throne And truth is lie and lie is true. Folk will still hope of a better future They hope, they work, they wait, they pray, And on the last man's dying lips will be "It'll be better soon... some day..." My Ant Team by Grace Olliver (aged 9) They're a... Hard-shooting Firm-booting Fast-running Crowd-stunning Ball-keeping Nifty-sweeping Smooth-gliding Glory-riding Drama-making RECORD-BREAKING What sort of a little team do you think of us now??? H by Heidi & Erin (aged 12) Heidi's habitat has hairy hags. Heidi's hairdresser hails her. Heidi's Halloween handbag has handcuffs. Heidi's handicapped handiwork. Monsters by Heidi, Jessica & Caleb (aged 12) MoNsTers aRe VeRY SCArY thEY LiVE UNdeR Your beD you ESpECIALY HAVe to WaTCh oUt fOR The BOOgiE MONster You'd BETtER WatCh THe DOoR A Celebration by Stephanie-jo Harman (aged 10) An echoing church, Quiet and distant music, A choir singing soft and gentle, Heads turn Tears are shed, Whispering... A snow-white dress, Long silky hair, A tanned, slender face, Rose-coloured cheeks, A young couple together, Happiness is spread, A clumsy hand reaches a delicate, plain hand, The delicate hand is no longer plain, A shimmering diamond ring is left A sunny churchyard, A slight breeze, Bridesmaids dresses, Beautiful... Family photos A celebration. Spring by Sam Klomhaus (aged 9) Spring looks like my ball going through the hoop Spring feels like the rough texture of my ball Spring smells like grass Spring sounds like my ball bouncing Spring tastes like watermelon Remembrance Day by Lindsay Wankel (aged 12) Canadian Holiday for World War 2 To my grandpa Elmar Knutson The things they did for you and me The things some people never see The lives that were lost By war and gunshots The pain they shared The death they compared The people they saved The laws they made All of us We owe them our trust Because of the things they did That Day At School by Breanna O'Reilly (aged 8) When we were doing science, my favorite subject of the day Little Kelly Conte just had to say, Excuse me Miss Donkin, you should certainly know That Megan Howard's project is going to blow! Crash Bam went Megan's project And the teacher just had to say, Sorry class but science will have to wait till another day! The Dragon by Matthew Galvin (aged 8) I was there facing the dragon, Its nostrils were bellowing out steamed fire against me, But I could take it, Its body was jewelled with thousands of silver sinister scales, it was an awful site, With a mile long tail it whipped at me, Aah, what pain I was in With it's 3 storey wings, It flew away, but then, It turned back. Picking up speed on the way, it flew at me, I stood there wondering what to do, It was too late, the monstrous beast slapped its wings together. I was knocked out. . . I woke up, it was a dream, I was taking a Maths Test all along, And that Dragon was my Maths Teacher! The Football by Kristofer Owen (aged 10) I'm kicked around in training and I'm kicked around all day and I'm kicked around even more when the teams come out to play. I've been kicked around by England, I've been kicked by France too but the people I hate being kicked by are people just like you! You've kicked me all around the street. You've kicked me over the wall. Then you come around the houses asking for the ball. Why must you kick me!? The Magic Box by Francesca Folmi In my box I have Stars from the middle of space Thirty white horses galloping across the sea. Angels with golden halos and devils with red horns. In my box I keep Navy sky hovering above our heads. Train stations with steam flowing from the top Gushing rivers, streaming through the countryside. In my box I have Sweet music from the orchestra in the stars Fairies lingering in the flowers at the bottom of the garden Bluebells swaying in the summer breeze. In my box I keep The white snows falling like a beaded curtain My box made of gold and silver and rubies, diamonds and sapphires. The purple of a portal being opened with creativity. Pillow by Valencia Williams (aged 12) A pillow is a lump of cotton To rest your head A place to spread your thoughts Like a picnic basket Where you share your secret dreams Where you share your nightmares And dispose of them Michael Didn't Notice by Linette Moses (aged 9) Michael didn't notice when a hundred men in armour came parading in, when a dragon made a crashing entrance from outside. Michael didn't notice when pirates sailing the seven seas charged in brandishing their swords, when cowboys on horseback rode in ready to fight. Michael didn't notice when seven executioners stomped in, their axes ready, when elephants thundered in trumpeting loudly. But when Michael's mum bought him a new computer, Michael noticed. The Monster by George Williams (aged 8) The monster scary, enraged, enormous, gigantic, bulging, raging, the mad monster. The Magic Box by Michael Arnold-Nunn (aged 11) I will put in my box, Warm dragon breath steaming down my neck, A blazing hot sun on a winters day, The smoothness of silk slipping through my hand, I will put in my box, The sparkle of water on a sun lit ocean, The word first spoken by a baby sister, A piece of the finest sand ready to be made into glass, My box is styled from golden fire from the sun, With dew drops glistening like diamonds on the lid, And is tied up with the thread of a spider, I shall snow board in my box, At the peak of Mount Everest, And I shall board into a boiling hot desert, The colour of the sun Where the Magic Is by Brianna Kent (aged 11) I wish I had some magic thing, A talking watch or golden ring Something that just luck could bring Something to make me happy again But what I realised is pretty funny You don't have to be a whiz to know this part The one and only real magic Is the magic deep inside your heart Uncurable Messed Up Again by Amanda Depew (aged 11) Another day ruined Can't say things couldn't be worse Because they usually can and do. 7 days a week 24 hours a day Nothing ever seems to wanna Go my way Lying here alone and awake, In the middle of the night, I think about why I'm here and What my purpose is. Because I am the cause of every Mistake, The reason why you still lie in your bed Wide awake. Yes, I am the cause of why the sun doesn't always shine Because I am the future and I am the time. I am the cause of the worlds destruction, And I am the worlds only misconception. I stand here alone, Trapped in my own mind. And I have finally run out of time.... Earth, Our Earth by Adam Clarke (aged 11) Earth you do no harm I'd call for peace but nobody will cease with their bombs their unlawful machines. Yet I can't fight six billion I'm eleven so I ask for your help. Nobody responds I hurt like our unloved earth. The Word Eating Monster by Kathy (aged 12) Be careful! Watch out! The word eating monster is on the prowl! He's known to gobble up words right from your essays! He loves H's, S's and A's. He slurps them straight from your page! He should be locked up in a cage! So don't et he mnser at yor wrds h et em rght p! oh n ! e e ting y w ds! Daisy by Griffin Maloney (aged 8) the white daisy beside the big lake bows to the moonlight in the midnight breeze Changes by Katherine Underhill (aged 9) I like the rusty hinges I like the bumpy slide I like the swaying trees As they softly cry I like the creaking floorboards and the bright green clock As I wake up in the morning with the loud "tick tock" I like the creepy insects The odd spider in the bath I wonder if our next house is as lovely as our last! Tree (Part one) by Devin (aged 9) Tree, Your beauty is radiating with life Taking death Giving life Tree You are the source of what we breathe Tree Your life is the source of ours. Dogs by Luke Collins (aged 7) white dogs, blue dogs, yellow and red dogs good dogs, bad dogs, naughty and nice dogs fun dogs, boring dogs, fluffy and bright dogs five dogs, four dogs, more and more dogs biting dogs, cuddling dogs, lazy dogs, playful dogs barking and still dogs, fierce dogs, weak dogs ruff and tuff dogs pat dog, smack dog dogs, dogs dogs An Everlasting Friendship by Amy Element (aged 11) Friendship is like a river Flowing without end When you're boating in it It is like a friend Life is like a maze That you cannot get through But if you have a friend That person will help you So if you are in danger Hang on to your friend And if you lose them Your friendship will never end Girl by Laura (aged 12) A girl stands on a cliff The wind tangling her hair The mountains, calling her there. She whispers secrets to the waters She giggles with the trees She kisses the warm spring breeze. She has no identity Her name is a mystery Each day, she winks at me She watches the world go by With her glimmering eyes Reflecting the soft summer skies. She is friends with the animals To her, they all are tame She calls each wolf, each fish, by name. She sings to the flowers She howls to the moon She stays in bed 'til noon. A girl stands on a cliff The wind tangling her hair The mountains, calling her there. The Child by Amy Kakoura (aged 11) I don't understand why no one likes school I will rue the day I leave it My house was never a home Just a roof over four walls My father was never any better Drinking and smoking He'd come back from the pub And use me as someone to take his anger out on When he had lost all his money gambling. I feel his hot smoky breath on my face, As he leans over me, ready to strike A dangerous blow, and another, and another, They rain down on me like all of hell's fire, But I keep silent, I'm used to it, Keep quiet, and don't struggle, And it will all be over soon. (I would just like to make it clear That this IS a poem and is NOT about my father - AK) Stories by Silver Rose M. (aged 11) To write a story, you have to think and think. To write a story, you need a pencil and some paper. To write a story, you need a head. To write a story, you need a heart. The Art of Words by Max Graham (aged 10) Poetry is the art of words more beautiful then the finest canvas beauty playing with the i -s for poetry is the true art All Birds Can Boogie by Luke Thomas (aged 8) All birds can boogie Black birds can bounce Crows do the Charleston Doves always dance Eagles make an effort Flamingos do the flamenco Geese do a groove Hawks do the hula Ibis's ignite Jackdaws do the jive Kiwis do the Kar Kar Larks do the Lambada Macaws do the Macarena Night Jars do the ninja Ostriches do the oola, oola Parrots do the pavan Quails quake Robins do the rumba Swans do the samba Terns do the tango Umbrella birds do the upside down dance Vultures do the volcano Woodpeckers do the waltz Xtinct Dodos do nothing Yellow Finches yahoo Zebra Finches do the zig zag Shadows by Matthew Galvin (aged 8) Shadows, thought by us to be made by misty midnight moons, But wrong we are. Shadows are eerie evil creeping crawlers. With no eyes they dash along damp dead walls. They follow victims, Leaping out for unsuspecting throats, Ghosting down empty corridors, Rattling bones, Shadows short, Shadows long, A smirky smile smears and spreads, With delight across their sinister faces, After feasting upon fear. I Used to Be by Krysten (aged 11) I used to be in Kinder, but now I'm in 6th I used to just crawl, but now I can run I used to hate school, but now it's OK I used to hate my name, but now I think it's neat I used to take baths, but now I take showers I used to be a baby, but now I'm a young lady. Untitled by Diana (aged 12) Sunlight drifts slowly down, Through the lush canopy over needles and leaves Daintily speckling the forest floor. Thick pine scent in the air fills my senses anew. A warm breeze gently rocks the stately oaks and pines, Their ancient bows creaking, As if laughing at their own secrets. Their silent wisdom overwhelms me. The grove seems to hold me, Cupped in it web of magic It seems even time itself as left this place alone. The End of the Rainbow by Linette Moses (aged 9) At the end of the red rainbow I found a ruby in a rose's eye. At the end of the orange rainbow I found a tiny piece of the sun. At the end of the yellow rainbow I found a daffodil trumpeting a tune. At the end of the green rainbow I found an antenna from an alien. At the end of the blue rainbow I found a pair of jeans once worn by a giant. At the end of the indigo rainbow I found a purple stone encrusted on a King's cloak. At the end of the violet rainbow I found a feather worn by the Emperor of China. The Magic Box by Ben Littlewood (aged 10) I will put in my box The body heat of a sleeping baby The wind of a striking hurricane The taste of a bowl of greasy chips I will put in my box The cold freezing air in the Atlantic The sparkle of the weird stars The sauce off a spicy pizza My box is made from soft melted ice cream dipped in rich chocolate, the hinges are made of cake. In my box I can sunbathe under the streaming sun. Eat as many bowls of chips as I like. The world in my box is made of chocolate, water is cream, and the core is caramel. Feelings by George Williams (aged 8) When I was playing football I was as happy as a elephant with a red apple. When I went to the beach I was as happy as a elephant in a dirty bath. When I have my birthday I was as happy as a giraffe with a new scarf. When I got lost I was as sad as a bird without its wings. When I was alone I was sad as a snake that had lost its tongue. When I didn't get any pocket money I was as sad as a bee without any honey. Life is a Song by Kathy Brandt (aged 12) Life is but a song It has a beginning it has an end. Parts we adore and love And parts we dread. Louds that spark wild imagination Softs that whistle calmly. Soothing and relaxing Hard and rock Each person is a different instrument That all play a different song. So if you can no longer hear the music reach out and touch a soul Perhaps then you will hear it And have it play forever more And one day all songs will combine, They will all come together, that's for certain! They will merge into a song so divine, And in heaven, the song will be perfect. Happiness by Martyn Ibbs (aged 8) Happiness is bright yellow It tastes like chips and vinegar And smells like the sweet scent of flowers Happiness looks like a new born baby And sounds like a beautiful bird singing Happiness is my mum cuddling me Happiness by Chloe Dacosta (aged 8) Happiness is bright silver It tastes like you have just eaten a Mars Bar And smells like a bunch of flowers Happiness looks like a golden sunset And sounds like birds singing in the air Happiness is swimming in a pool Which makes me happy. If I Were a Shape by Alex Collins (aged 10) If I were a shape, I'd be a circle, I'd be a clock always telling the right time, I'd be a wheel on a car travelling round the world, I'd be the sun shining down on the earth, If I were a shape. If I were a shape, I'd be a heart, I'd be a heart beating a constant rhythm, I'd be a heart on a valentines card, I'd be the ace of hearts on a playing card, If I were a shape. If I were a shape, I'd be a cylinder, I'd be a column in a Greek temple, I'd be a pencil case containing the colours of the rainbow, I'd be a telescope gazing at the starry skies, If I were a shape. There Was a Young Man Called Jake by William Ross-Girard (aged 8) There was a young man called Jake, Who fell in a deep, black lake, When he got out, He started to shout, Attached to his bum was a snake. Feelings by Aron Davey (aged 8) when I argued with my brothers I was sad as a tortoise without its shell when I was alone I was sad as a monkey that had lost its banana when I was lost I was as sad as a lion without any food Humpty Dumpty by Sam Whitlock (aged 10) Humpty Dumpty sat on a Pillar, Humpty Dumpty saw a Gorilla, All the kings monkeys and all the kings apes, couldn't stop Humpty from eating the grapes. Rainbows by Lydia A. (aged 11) I'd like to take a cup And fill it with (Chicago Rainbows). Like a smile or a cloud I would like to be. A wish is a drip is A drop of rain, There is never enough to Fill my cup with (Chicago Rainbows). I'd like to sit and wait For the affirmation (The world turns). I believe if we had more Of you the world would be Filled with (Chicago Rainbows). The Moon by Hassina Ahmed (aged 9) the moon is a luminous owl's eye that glows in the dark from one end of the sky to another to keep the night shining blinking and turning with her beautiful brightness of shine. Homework by Chris Goshawk (aged 11) As I feed the dog my homework, I think and think and think, Would it be better to spill my drink? I think and think and think. As I make the baby the sick, I think and think and think, What's the point in forgetting about it? I think and think and think. As I tell the teacher about my homework, I think and think and think, What's the point in giving in my homework? I think and think and think. Detention: That's it! I've given up thinking. Another Face of the Moon by Rachael Koch (aged 12) The Moon was cold, With her pretty face, Enticing young men, Into her service, With her demure smile, And long lashes, Shading her emerald green eyes from view, They were repaid with emptiness, A hollow feeling sweeping through their entire body, Calling them to betray, Calling them to their doom. Sorry Miss by Daniel Foley (aged 11) Sorry I am late Miss, I got kidnapped by a dragon, Sorry I am late Miss, I got run over by a wagon. Sorry about my homework Miss, my dog ate it all up, Sorry about my homework Miss, I dropped it all in muck. Sorry about my uniform Miss, it was stolen by a man, Sorry about my uniform Miss, I wanted to show off my tan. Sorry I blew up the school Miss, it just doesn't seem like me, Sorry I blew up the school Miss, not really - hee, hee, hee Sorry I locked you in the dungeon Miss, it's just you're so strict, Sorry I locked you in the dungeon Miss, but now you have been tricked!!! Summer Days by Ashley (aged 12) Slow and lazy drones that summer day. Resting, Reading, To hot to play. Splash! Water shoots onto you from that blasted hose. Running, Diving into the tiny form. It giggles, It shakes, Screaming, Leave me alone! I jump off the little terror. Walking back to my beach chair, Turn around and pounce. The little terror has stolen my chair, Soaked my book, Broke my sunglasses, And ruined my summer day. Happiness by Mark Taylor (aged 8) Happiness is bright blue. It tastes like an everlasting sweet. And smells like freshly baked bread. It looks like a bright blue cloudless sky. And sounds like little children playing sweetly. Happiness feels like a cool breeze on a hot summers day cooling you down. My Mom by Tiffany C. I am alone, In the dark, No one there beside me. Many critters lurk, Here and There, Nipping threateningly at my toes. There's a storm outside, It's raging mad, I hide under my covers. But when I'm under, I do not see, My mom is there right next to me. She hugs me tight, I feel my fears, Being swept away. She is my Mom, My only Mom, The only one I have. Peach by Ms. McCubbin's Sixth Grade Class (aged 11 - 12) On the outside, the peach is smooth like a newborn baby's cheek and is as plump as a turkey ready for Thanksgiving dinner. The peach is like a fiery red/orange planet and fits into the palm of your hand as comfortable as a baseball on a summer day. On the inside, the peach has a giant crater that resembles the moon and drips juice like sweat running off an athletes face after a big game. The peach smells like a fresh, crisp breeze on a dewy morning rushing through your veins, awakening your senses. Taste the peach and you'll lose your thoughts in its mouth watering spell. The Season Of Summer by Ben Watts (aged 10) The hot breeze gently drifts Over the warm lake as dragonflies haunt the air Damselflies hover on overhanging grass as the birds sing, nature unfolds The nights draw in Foxes and badgers awake searching for food Bats flutter in midnight darkness Dreams drift away to human thoughts As the night goes on, all is still Anger by Brandon (aged 12) Anger is black It tastes bitter It sounds like a air horn in your ear It smells like black liquorice It looks like a bomb bursting It makes you feel mad I Am From by Nurbaiti Krueng Abdullah I am from a country that my family and I ran away from because our enemies wanted to take over our land when I am only eight months old. I am from a sad six year old girl who wanted to go to school, but none of the schools in that country accepted her. I am from a family that waited and waited to go to the United States for almost a year, so I could attend a school. I am from a nine year old girl who had fallen the tears from her eyes because she's the only one in the family who starts school in fourth grade. I am from a girl that just started school and didn't even know one word of English except You and I. I am from a sad girl that answers a silly answer when her classmate asked where she came from and she answered her name I am from a girl who worked hard day by day to prove each day at school. I am from a twelve year old girl who had made her dreams come true for three years and is happy at last Dunce by Laura (aged 11) I always try my hardest I always do my best it just that I don't seem to be as clever as the rest Free by Amanda Ibea (aged 12) To be free is life, It tastes like lemon drops and honey It sounds like church bells on Sunday, It smells like flowers on the first day of spring blowing in the wind. It feels like cool crisp breezes on a hot blazing beach that touches your skin, It seems like waking up in the morning to sunshine and happiness. It is something that is worth living for because if you are not free your life is nothing. To be free is life! Mangoes - The Fruits of Heaven by Meagan (aged 12) On the outside the mango is as soft as a baby's teddy bear The mango is tan like a child getting out of a pool after a hot summer day On the inside the mango is as juicy and as lust as silk The mango smells like a patch of blooming flowers with flowing colours of the rainbow Taste the mango and you will taste pine with a hint of honey Freedom by Jessia Jensen (aged 12) freedom is clear as crystal water it tastes pure and sweet like candy it smells crisp as a new life beginning it looks as if you have just opened your eyes for the first time it makes me feel alive! The Willow Tree by Chelsea (aged 11) The Willow Tree's branches hug me tight Keep me safe Keep me safe Those curly leaves flutter down Life Life That gentle swaying sleep sleep That warm breeze breath breath That strong trunk climb climb To the top watch watch Silence Sweet silence Riddle by Natalie Jayne-Marie Armstrong (aged 12) I have many different forms I can be a line at times Or maybe a rabbit I can fascinate young children Or I can just be there. What am I? (a shadow) Walking by Chelsea (aged 11) Every step. A little closer. Getting there. Getting there. A faster step. Almost. A jump. And a perfect landing. Oh no, another step. eeeewwwwwwwww, that's gotta hurt. The first step's a doosey! Wind by Alice Chapman (aged 10) Wind can be gentle, Wind can be fierce, Tonight it is fierce. The wind is blowing hard, I can feel it shake the windowpane, I'm scared out of my wits. I'm worried about our rabbit, Her hutch might capsize, Will she be all right? I hope again and again. I'm scared the wind will blow me, Will my house stay still? I wonder I hope so too. Think about boats at sea, Think how fast they must be going! The lighthouse should guide them, Through the stormy night. Think of all the animals, Birds trying to fly home, Squirrels trying to climb trees, But don't succeed. Children fast asleep, Cuddling their teddies tight, Tucked up in bed, Through the windy night, The wind howls, Sounds like a wolf, Try to get to sleep, my dear, The wind will soon be gone, Now go to bed goodnight. Written on a windy night. 1/2/02 My Heroes by Talia Strait (aged 11) My heroes aren't fake Like Wonder Woman or Superman. They're everyday people Who just know they can. My heroes are people Like my mom, dad, and aunt. My heroes are people Who never say," I can't." They're not people who save a whole city from disaster. They're not people who save a life. They're just everyday people Who save you within From the daily struggles of life. Sailing Away on a Dream by Kathy Brandt (aged 12) Taking the luminous glowing white moon, With trailing clouds of glory as sails, We shall float on a boat, drift far away, The light of the stars dim and pale. Through the murky water of the sky, Riding over milky waves, reaching above wild expectations, Soaring above the misty morning haze. Tucking precious memories into our pillows, fragments of hopes, remains of a childhood wish, The journey we are about to set foot, And the other adventures we miss. Remember these feelings? Surely you do! They're still deeply rooted inside of you! So come with me, dream, hope, wish, and scheme, Come with me and sail far away on a dream. ME! by Alyis (aged 10) me, what about me? me , I'm me so let me be me me, what about me? me, whatabout me? hold on, I am me so who am I? I AM ME! Sunrise-A Haiku by Helen (aged 11) As the sun rises A bright and heavenly glow Gently wakes up nature. My Diary by Chloe Kasbarian (aged 12) I have a diary that is red, I hide it underneath my bed. I keep it for my very own, I write in it when I'm all alone. I write about the things I do, like going to the park or the zoo. I write about the things I see, about my friends, what shall I be? Sometimes I write about my dreams, and they become more real it seems. I use my diary every night, and then when I turn off the light, I take my diary that is red, and hide it underneath my bed. A Dragon's Bravery by Joshua P Williams (aged 12) A dragon's bravery is like a million knights ready to slay a dragon. A dragon's bravery is sometimes as tough as a diamond or as weak as glass. If a knight may slay a dragon the dragon will die but the dragon's bravery will live on. The Frowning Cliff by Lizzie (aged 12) the sea has a laugh and the cliff a frown for the laugh of the sea is wearing him down lipping and lapping frown as he may the laughing sea will eat him away knees and body and tawny head he'll smile at last on a golden, rich bed. Chocolate by Toni Ann Crosby (aged 12) Pick me up and hold me in your hands Next start to unwrap my shiny purple, gold and silver wrapping Touch my round, soft surface Slowly put me in your mouth and bite me. You know you want to eat my creamy inside You know you want me Pick me up and bite my heavenly chocolate. Alliteration Poem by Helen Cox (aged 12) One Weird Waving Walrus Went to Washington Two Terrified Trembling Turtles Tumbled To Turkey Three Terrifying Thirsty Tarantulas Tore Their way Through aTunnel Four Fancy Fair Flamencos Fluttered off to Fame Five Fearful Fast Fish went For a Feast Six Sad Scaly Snakes Screamed from Seeing a Shark Seven Skilled Smart Sharks Swam for Safety Eight Elderly Enormous Elephants did a big Essay Nine Naughty Neat Gnats danced all Night Ten Tidy Tropical Tigers ran towards Town As Anger Walked Into The Room by Ceri Nelson (aged 12) As anger walked into the room The room became hot It was more like a devil Its horns and folk were so red that you could not open your eyes. As anger walked into the room Its horns were glowing Its face was as bright as a light bulb Its long finger nails slashed through the air. As anger walked into the room Its teeth sunk into everyone's heart And drained all the happiness as it did so And anger ran away Mark by Ashley York (aged 12) An F! Big, Fat, Written in red! Fancy and curly, It's an F! Embarrassing and ugly, Hide it from your friend, Oh yeah, of course I got an A - aha aha, You lie. Try to squeeze the big red mark past the suspicious motherly eye, She stares in dismay, Her darling, Why not an A? Down goes your grade, Oh, why not an A? Big and red, It is an F, Though you hate that ugly mark, You must pay for not studying hard. Love is... by Lisa (aged 12) Love is my ropes holding me down. Love is a treasure that hasn't been found. Love is my blanket keeping me safe and warm. Love is my shield keeping things out of my harm. Love is my arms holding me when I am scared. Love is that feeling when you know people care. Love is that special someone you want to hold on to forever. Thoughts by Chelsea (aged 11) Thoughts are things that fly out of your head Thoughts are things that can only be said in feelings, not words. What would life be like without thoughts? You wouldn't think before you did you would just do. I guess you would make a lot of mistakes but that makes you think, maybe you would just do everything right. Would that be okay? Would you talk, Usually, you think before you say Or else you might say something that would hurt someone. Which starts many wars. But does that mean to have peace, we must think? Remember, you had to THINK about this whole poem! Exploration by Ricki Elder (aged 11) Monsters might kill you Unable to swim Too many storms I might get scurvy Not much food You might fall off the edge of the world - MUTINY!!! Little Ones by Lisa Richardson (aged 12) Sleep is like a recess for the mind. A dream is like heaven for your mind. Time is like friendship - it never ends. Fire is like an internal flashlight. Friendship is like a rock - hard to break and even when moved it still won't break. Love is like the wind you can feel it but can't see it. Anger is like a cold floor - it hurts and takes time to get adjusted to it. The wind is like a book - you never know where it's going to take you. How Do You Keep A Stupid Person in Suspense? by Yinan Shentu (aged 12) How do you keep a stupid person in suspense? That was the question I was asked. I gave him the correct answer And in victory I basked. He sulked away in disappointment 'Cause I saw past his trick He ran off looking for another guy Another gullible pick. Now I ask you - How do you keep a stupid person in suspense? Come on, I'm not a waiter. OK, fine, I'll tell you, I will tell you later. Jason by Lisa Richardson (aged 12) Just the person that brightens my day Awe strikes me when I see your face Smiles from you make my heart jump Only one for me No one makes me happier than you This was made for my boyfriend Jason for Valentines Day he loved it!:) Looking Back by Sarah C. (aged 11) Looking back behind you You see what you've done You see the good things The bad things too You know you can't escape them Whatever they may be So when you look back years from now Remember what you see They will never leave you They will stay there by your side And if you are embarrassed There will be no place to hide What you do now in life Might stay with you forever So say you might, say you will Look back and remember Hope that you like what you see Because there is no going back But let this poem change you on how you might be Satellite by Robert Corrin (aged 7) The satellite glides like an albatross. Its wings ladened with glass. Shining like silver. Taking photos of Earth. Night Wanderer by Courtney Price (aged 12) Only on the stroke of twelve May she leave her gaurded fortress, Her hair, a stream flowing over her head And cascading down her back, She wanders with a figure of moonlight, Illuminating her sorrowed complexion, Her misty eyes lie gazing among A forest of chattering foxgloves, Imprisoned with ivy She stands patiently, waiting, White lilies chained to her wrists, Prevent her from living, She is only there To those who wish to see her, And to those who believe..... I Care by Laura (aged 11) You told me that everything Was horrible in your life That you had no love and care Only hate and strife And that the world hated you For your many imperfections And you always seemed to be lost Because you were given the wrong directions You said that you had no friends You were always left out You said you had no idea What friendship was about You said the kids at school Never let you play That they called you names Every single day You said that you would end Your life, once and for all Because no one had ever cared Or walked with you down the hall When you finished telling me About the way you felt The ice around my heart Finally began to melt So this is what I did, Even now the kids still stare I hugged you and I told you "I do. I care." When Love Walked Into the Room by Nicole Clare Lewis (aged 12) Everything stood still and the sweet scent of love was in the air. A summer's breeze blew past It was a tingly sensation I had never felt before. My legs felt like jelly and I dropped to and the floor. That's what happened when love walked through the door. Winning by Erin and Heidi (aged 12) Winning is always a good feeling But even if you lose You should still feel proud 'Cause where you come is where you choose ehT sdorwkcaB meoP by Allison Cheverie (21 dega) gnirps, gnirps otni gnirps, tub, t'ond... llaf onti llaf My Bedroom by Pippa Burton (aged 11) if you enter this place you have a nerve bats are sleeping spiders are spinning ghosts haunt it vampires guard it for it is a dangerous place ceiling cracks and broken stairways you're sure to give yourself a fright if you enter this place day or night. Rainbow by Jodi Latimer (aged 9) Peach is like a fruit of spirit and luck Gold is like a shelf made from marshmallows Cream is like a bed sheet full of flowers White is like a single drop of snow on you Yellow is like a planet shooting out lava from its eyes Red is like a dragon shooting out fire from its mouth That is the end of my poem Mrs Jones by Anna Rose (aged 11) Marvellous Ridiculous Spontaneous Jolly On form Nutty Envious with us when we misbehave Silly Stained Glass by Matthew Willner (aged 12) Walking. Your body is lifted into the air by an amazing force. As you look you see the very light of heaven shining down on you. The colors. It intoxicates you with its beauty. It is the reassuring light of God. The size. It reminds you how much smaller than God you are. It had a sense of power not known of this world. The life. You stare into it and it stares back, Never faltering or losing interest. It speaks. Reassuring you that everything will end as it's supposed to. You speak back, receiving no answer, Just the colors looking back at you. Just then. You know the solutions to your problem. It still stares. Your puzzled stare back makes you embarrassed. You sigh making sure no one is around. You then remember. You're not alone. haiku by mark paterson (aged 11) smoothly silently trickles down my window pane sparkles in the sun. The Pond Princess by Rebecca Burton (aged 12) The pond princess First appears at night When the stars and moons Shine their first ray of light She appears like magic from Under an archway of trees On a boat of leaves As she glides majestically Towards the water. The pond princess has Hair as fine as silk The colour of A warm Caribbean sea She dresses like a fairy With a cloak of pink blossom and A dress of red water lilies Her eyes are a bright green as She always seems alert. The pond princess is a tiger Prowling amongst the her territory Stalking her prey Snarling and spitting When the first ray of sunlight Hits the sky She glides back to her boat of leaves Back to the archway of trees Evil by Jenna Coleman (aged 12) As Evil walked into the room everything died around him. The fire behind him was so hot leaving everything behind him burnt. People were crying in the back ground, the rest of them were screaming loud. He floats just above the ground and a dark shadow follows him. Day and night the shadow is there. A hook he carries with him. He wears a long black cloak, the same colour as the shadow. But the scariest thing is, he has no head. As Evil walked into the room, I screamed as loud as I could then all was still. Haiku by Chris Kilkenny (aged 11) Why do you transform into something different to be beautiful? Why do we grow into a beautiful person then shrivel away? The Plight by Anthony Dreesen (aged 11) Though the moon shines down on the road Trudge on and on and on Though the sounds of the night fills you with fear Trudge on and on and on Though the shadows dance and do not bode Trudge on and on and on Though your captor's footsteps draw ever near Trudge on and on and on Now you see your safety close in sight Trudge on and on and on Now you've come near to the end of your plight Trudge on and on and on Flowers by Mia Falcidia (aged 8) The flower has the power to make it through the thunder and it leaves us all in wonder If I Were A Shape by Jessica Walters (aged 9) If I were a shape, I'd be a rectangle, I'd be Brian Moses' desk, With piles of wacky poems on me, I'd be a school playground where, Britney Spears used to play, I'd be an x-ray of an octopus leg, If I were a rectangle, If I were a circle, I'd be a bossy boys mouth, Blabbing up and down, I'd be a spiders body, Wriggling up someone's leg, I'd be the Queen Mothers sunhat, I'd be the clock face, From Buckingham Palace, DONG! DONG! Wind by Maple Nightingale (aged 9) Let the wind encage you, breathe deep in. Love our planet earth, give back what you can, love the fire, water, earth, air. Riddles of the Sea Haikus by Elena Olwen May-Jones (aged 9) Can you guess these riddles? Screeching shrilly, darting through the icy sky, thieves circling the sand. A small gust of smoke, a sudden roar of anger, a spit of cold rain. Diving happily, crashing down onto the waves, talking their language. A mermaids treasure, washed up upon the dry sand, glistening in the sun. Answers: Seagulls A coming storm. Dolphins A pearl Night by Gina Bowen (aged 12) The night that I couldn't sleep The light tempted me, The light 'neath my window That I could not see. I got out of my bed And tip-toed on out, The night felt so free I wanted to shout. The shadows were deliciously cool Like water on a hot days And the sun began to rise, Melting night with its warm rays. I wanted to stay in the mysterious dark And be part of the light Part of the shadows, And part of the night. Soccer by Paul David Grobman (aged 9) This day is so boring It's as boring as can be I've got soccer practice And the only player is me The Winter Box by Class 11 (9 - 11) Leighton Primary School I will put in the box A thick woolly hat and gloves, A coat, wellies and a pair of thick socks, And snow that falls on Christmas Eve. I will put into the box Lobbing snowballs at each other, Sledging down icy hills, And a hot bath. Would you like to zoom back to the top?