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The Treasure Chest
Our pick of the
best poems from June - December 2001 (PART ONE)
As
Myself by Allison (aged 11)
Life being a chimp is not easy.
People from all over the world want to see you.
They are amazed at us - but what's so amazing?
People take us away and put us in cages.
Just so they could have fun watching us.
Life isn't fair being an ape, life isn't fair as myself.
Other times we chimps want attention.
No one comes to see us in certain places we live.
If we live in San Francisco, they will come.
If we live in Helena, they will not.
We live far from people, they do not like monkeys.
We live close to people, they won't leave us alone.
As myself, it is hard. But the only thing that is good is
friends, other chimpanzees, our hopes, and a healthy life.
Stars by
Melissa Small (aged 7)
Star, Star, Queen of the sky
Star, Star, Queen of the ground.
I want a wish. Can you grant me a wish, Shooting Star?
Yes, I can give you a wish,
Thank you, thank you,
Shooting Star, Star, Star,
Stars in your eyes glimmer in the night sky,
Stars are angels when you know it, make a wish with a Star.
Stars are silver, prettier than gold
'Bye, Stars, see you this evening,
Stars are smart, so - are we Stars?
Have you ever touched a star?
The Wind
by Tong (aged 9)
Blowing through the trees
Leaves twist, swirl, fall and scatter
Fasten up your coat
Odd Feet by
Amy Kakoura (aged 11)
My feet are claustrophobic
I have known it all my life,
for when I squash them into shoes,
they give me SO much strife!
They flip and flop around
in such a dull and boring way,
and they irritate and irritate me
every single day
It's worst when I go dancing ,
or doing my aerobics,
my feet can't help it, it's not their fault,
it is 'cause they're claustrophobic!
In The Trenches
by Charlie Knott and Alastair Gilding (aged 11)
Far away, a whistle blows,
The morning mist grimly building more dense,
The silhouette of a platoon grows,
Grudgingly climbing the barbed wire fence.
Men filter out into No Man's Land,
A noise erupts from an enemy trench,
Machine-guns drop from lifeless hands,
As the fresh air fills with a deathly stench.
Ceaseless death is all around,
Men fall down, alive no more,
Bombs and guns and blasting sounds,
This is the pointless horror of war.
Anger by
Dmcaw1 (aged 11)
Someone made fun of me
At lunchtime
I felt hurt.
My anger grew
Burning deep down
In my heart,
Like a flame cutting it apart.
It was blazing high,
As high as the sky.
A frown appeared on my face,
I tried to hide it,
But my facial lines opened up
Like an earthquake.
My cheek twisted,
My eyes winked fast
Like a camera shutter
As my lips closed.
I stared at the ground,
Nothing came up to my mind,
Only the humiliation.
I wanted to cry out,
As loud as the thunder.
Then something made it stop,
As if some glue had stuck my mouth shut.
My hands became fist.
My muscles trembled,
I gasped for air.
But as my mouth opened wide:
My teeth snapped back together.
"Sorry," he apologized.
My eyes were bloody red.
"That's not enough," I yelled.
Everyone laughed,
Except me.
My anger exploded like a volcano,
Bursting all around.
Everyone slunk away.
Like the ocean's tide.
I felt I was left alone.
Suddenly,
I realized that "Sorry" was enough.
I turned to face him.
I kept my anger down
My cheeks were as red as an apple,
It felt like it was being burned.
I held my feelings inside and forgave him.
Child &
Adult by Heather (aged 12)
To wander outside
To catch a leaf
To lose it again
To explore the woods
To find an animal
To set it accidentally set it free
And come back happy
To wander the web
To find some stock points
To lose them again
To explore the program
To find a money maker
To accidentally set it free
And come back to the real world with brows furrowed
Oh, to be a child
Woe, to be an adult
Mysterious
Wolf by Eugina (aged 10)
Oh mysterious wolf! Oh mysterious wolf!
Why do you howl at the moon ?
Is it a cry of joy or sadness?
How can you hunt so savagely
though remain so loyal to your mate?
Why do you seem so frightening
though so truly rare and beautiful?
How can you barely survive extinction
and remain so confident and brave?
Thoughts of
Fear by Corey (aged 11)
Gripping,
Tightly,
Never letting go,
The sheets get too tight,
Until my blood stops moving,
Creepy noises,
As brown walls cave in on,
Me,
Scared,
Frighten as my bed sinks,
lower and
lower and
lower and
lower,
Until it can't go lower,
Then,
Snap,
Creepy noises around me,
Chairs squeak,
Bones trembling inside me,
Make noises like a rattlesnake,
My heart pounding harder,
Jumping out of me like a kangaroo,
Eyes lighten up with night vision,
My hair is up like the ears of a cat,
Shocked of the creepy noises,
Fall,
Fall,
Asleep,
Morning comes,
The monsters,
GONE!
Leopard by
Rachel Poulter (aged 11)
Gentle hunter
his tail plays on the ground
while he crushes the skull.
Beautiful death
who puts on a spotted robe
when he goes to his victim.
Playful killer
whose loving embrace
splits the antelope's heart.
I Am a Rose by Erin Brady
(aged 11)
I am...
A symbol of love,
If you're are not careful I poke,
I can be many different colors
But red is my personal favorite,
Give me to your valentine,
Or to your partner on your anniversary,
I am a beautiful flower.
I am a Trumpet,
Loud and sometimes obnoxious,
I am the backbone of the band,
I usually play the melody,
I annoy flutes & Clarinets,
And sometimes even percussion,
My volume extends far,
And many pay attention.
I am a pond,
Not big,
But still important,
Why?
Many things need me to live,
Like frogs, fish and toads,
I provide water for animals,
I am an ecosystem of life.
I am Erin
An Irish Gaelic,
Ireland all together,
A sister,
A friend,
A daughter,
Also a great student,
A female,
I am ME.
Statue of Liberty
by Amy Turner (aged 9)
the soaring statue of liberty
can be seen from miles around
huge,
mighty,
towering
like a giant, touching the stars,
like a never ending tree.
It makes me feel powerless,
like an ant,
no one can see.
It reminds me of technology today.
Magic Monster
Spell by Hollie (aged 9)
eye of lizard
bark of dog
cough of chicken
leg of frog
mix it up
stir it well
to make the magic monster spell
hedgehog scraped up from the road
squeak of bat
tail of alligator
hair of cat
mix it up
stir it well
to make the magic monster spell
the spell is done
the monster rises slow and steady
nice to meet you, the witch whispered
nice to eat you, the monster replied
the witch must act fast
she grabs her wand and
waves it about and says
Bye-bye, Monster
Make this spell drop away
Love is Like
Seasons by Kyara Taylor (aged 12)
Love is like Spring, warm and sweet,
But as Spring disappears
Summer is here and love is hot and intense
Uh, oh - here comes Fall and love is changing
Like the leaves on the tree.
As fall comes to an abrupt end,
Winter is here and love vanishes
like the leaves from the trees.
The Ocean by
Jack Dacey (aged 11)
Did you see
The placid waves with no land in sight?
The waves jagger as little fish swim through?
The cliffs that children jump off and
Saw through the air into the ocean?
Did you hear?
The waves crashing vigorously onto the rocks?
Horns of boats hooting in the far distance?
My family calling me as I drift out to sea?
Could you taste
The salty water filling in my mouth
As I slowly begin to sink?
Could you smell
The sticky fungus on the rocks below me?
Can you feel
My lilo collapsing slowly, slowly?
My legs shaking and quivering
And my heart beating?
Prejudice by
Callum Moon (aged 10)
The racist
Drives himself from anger and hatred
To construct a net of fear
For the black
Dark and bitterly
He ties a knot of rage
On every string of ignorance
He awakes
He can't escape
He's been caught
Caught in his own murky net of contempt
Ode to an Oak
by Anne (aged 11)
Oh, you oak!
You awe me so
Your nobleness and majestic ways
Royalty, yet beauty
A queen on a throne
Oh, you oak!
So powerful
Tall, stern, strong
The strongest rope
holding a sail to the mast of a boat
Oh, you oak!
Grace lies in your limbs
Swaying back and forth
A ballerina dancing
Oh, you oak!
You marvel me with your many wonders
Your beauty and royal ways, your strength, you grace
In spring, summer, autumn, winter
In every season!
The Wind
by Sara (aged 12)
The wind, it rushed past me
with a powerful force.
It seemed as if it were hurrying
to get somewhere.
But as I walked against the wind
I simply had to pause.
I stood there thinking,
it is not the wind that is rushing,
but ME!
We all often rush to get
places;
parties, school, home.
We also try to rush through are lives.
So, if I could give you some advice it would be to
take your time,
slow down,
and just let the wind guide you.
Cheater by
Nicholas Burton (aged 12)
I have climbed the unclimbable,
I have tamed the untamable,
I have ridden the unrideable,
And I have beaten the unbeatable.
Now I'll do it all again,
But this time, I won't cheat.
I Fly by
Amy Kakoura (aged 11)
I fly,
soaring like a jet,
over the rooftops,
so high,
I can almost touch the moon,
faster, and faster,
a blur of black,
under the sharp black sky,
I feel the excitement, the joy,
of the wind whipping my face,
and the beating of my heart,
faster, and faster,
nearing my nest,
nearly there,
faster, and faster.
Death by William Sneyd-Marshall
(aged 10)
(based on Norse mythology)
Death, the end of everything.
When he calls we go,
to the afterlife, world by world.
To dwell in iron wood.
Shamans travelling to and fro,
from living world to dead.
When three-hundred years is done,
to dwell in iron ash.
Hel, the queen of the Hall of Dead,
and Baldur, god of dreams.
Shaping the whole of earth,
and all the space between.
The world of death. Dark and gloomy.
And the world of life. So bright.
Joined by all mortal people,
and mingled, by death.
The day will come, at the fall,
of these worlds so different.
That all the mortals and all the gods.
Lives shall be at an end.
Untitled Poem
by Chelsea Clippinger (aged 12)
I fish for words
Inside my mind
Which is the sea a-rolling
As I begin
I search to find
Ideas the waves are bringing
I hook my worm
Let out my line
Then smile when it starts pulling
The line is taut
the catch is mine
as quickly I am writing
I reel it in
(My catch is fine)
Yet cast again a-searching.
My Baby Cousin
by Laura Rodriguez (aged 11)
Have you ever heard of a saying -
big things come in small packages?
Well, does that make you think of
someone you know?
Well I do.
My baby cousin.
He's stinky sometimes,
and smelly too,
but if you cry - he understands;
Like when you laugh- so does he
and if you're down in the dumps
he will cheer you up
He walks but doesn't talk
but it doesn't matter to me
Because no matter how old he gets
the baby that I know will still be inside
of him.
This is to my baby cousin Diego
Moon to Earth
by Emily Herbert (aged 8)
Said the Moon to the Earth,
“How come you give birth?
I sit here up in space
and think that I'm a waste,”
Said the Moon to the Earth.
Said the Earth to the Moon,
“It is nearly noon.
If we had a big walk, we could have a big talk.”
Said the Earth to the Moon.
Said the Moon to the Earth,
“You have Forests and Turf.
Is that good or bad?
Happy or Sad?”
Said the Earth to the Moon,
“It is good. I hope to see you
soon.
I must orbit the sun
and my journey has begun,
so I hope to see you soon.”
Said the Earth to the moon.
Said the Moon to the Earth
“I will light up your nights.
I'm not that full of frights,”
said the Moon to the Earth.
Said the Earth to the Moon
“OK! OK! If you go the same way.”
And they've been friends since that day.
Snowbird by
Margeaux St.Croix (aged 10)
I look out the window
and what do I see?
A pretty white Snowbird
looking at me.
Her feathers are as white
as the new-fallen snow,
and against it, my Snowbird
hardly does show.
She hops and hops
and makes prints on the ground.
She hops on top
of a big snow mound.
She sits for awhile,
then shakes off all the snow
and I realise my Snowbird
is only a crow.
The Ocean by Sarah
Wickham (aged 10)
Dolphins dance on sunbeams
Fish swim along the ocean bed
Whales spurt, fountains of water rise
It all happens in the ocean.
Sharks prey, cruel jaws open
Seahorses bob, graceful heads bowing
Crabs scuttle, seeking their homes
It all happens in the ocean.
Coral sways, colours splashing
Starfish float lazily in the water
Oysters cling, imprisoned on rocks
It all happens in the ocean.
Excited by Casandra (aged 11)
I'm so excited I feel like I'm on fire.
My finger tips are suddenly filled with desire.
My passion is outrageous!
My thoughts are so wild.
For my mind is flaming chilli
When usually it's mild.
My heart is pumping fast and steady!
I'm about to make my move
I'm sure I'm ready!
Poor kid, he's a sucker
But now it's mine!
Oh, it's so divine
I want it
I got it
Oh, how I love it
It's chocolate!
The Sky by Laura Cordwell (aged 10)
Day light splashes the horizon
Clouds float in silence
Blue skies hang above
A new day begins.
The sun smiles its welcome
Rainbows arch their colours
Light showers fall
Bathing the world with freshness.
The sun sinks behind the horizon
Pink, purple, blue, orange
Colours gently settle
As light fades away.
Night time falls
Stars shimmer in the moonlight
The night sky, black as black
Covers the earth with its blanket.
Greed by Kyle Webb (aged 11)
It feels like dollar bills
It smells like hair spray
It looks like green grass
It sounds like a robber stuffing money into a bag
It tastes like a millionaire eating heaps of Macdonald's
I HATE GREED!
Love by Amanda (aged 11)
Love - how does it work?
How does it end?
Is it funny, sad or what?
What is the true meaning of love?
Mr Stevens by Adam C. (aged 10)
Mr Stevens, why did you go?
I will never know.
I liked learning songs,
When you were on the piano.
Your legend in Jacksdale School lives on
You never ever shouted (unlike Mrs T...)
You were the coolest teacher
Jacksdale school has ever known.
Please please please come back
and I will buy you a Toblerone.
Thankyou,
Adam. You remembered me... RS
Mrs Cooper's Cake by Mrs Cooper (aged Very Young)
(Haiku)
Mrs Cooper's Cake
Is scrummy and delicious
She eats it daily.
If I Were a Shape by Chantelle Bucknor
If I were a shape
I'd be a diamond
sitting comfortably on Mel B's finger.
I'd be an inquisitive circle
in a large telescope looking out into the world.
I'd be a glittering oval,
a beautiful pearl at the bottom of the ocean.
I'd be a pumping heart
beating loudly in Craig David's chest.
I'd be an excited cone
happily watching children eating ice cream out of me.
I'd be a famous star
singing sweetly on Top of the Pops.
Vacation by Jennie Beans (aged 9)
Yes!
Finally! Kimberly Ann is on vacation!
Yes!
No more duxy face, no more acting-like-mom, no more Dr. Kim
Yes!
No more, I don't give compliments, No more messy hair, No more
I-am-never-happy
Yes!
I can't believe this day finally came!
Yes! O yea! O yea! Who's the bomb diggity! I am I am I am!..... uh - oh, wait!
AHHHHHH!
I go on vacation with her in a week!
AWWWW MAN DANGIT
My
Halloween Things
by Grace Nolan (aged 8)
Witches on broomsticks and black cats, not kittens
Dark spells and grey toads and dead-fingered mittens
Cauldrons and pumpkins and inky bat wings
These are a few of my Halloween things.
When the owls shriek
When the wolf howls
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my Halloween things
And then I don't feel so mad.
Rain by Larysa Collins (aged 9)
The rain comes
and makes the crops grow.
It also wrecks
your beautiful homes
with surging floods.
The rain
is good
and bad
The Sky by Rachael Heitner (aged 12)
A sapphire portal
To your fantasies
Clouds
Are an elevator
To your dreams
As day turns to night
The stars reach down towards it
And cradle it in its arms
A baby in the universe
Baby Blue
by Jennifer
Heston (aged 12)
Baby Blue is the color of a cool breeze,
Coming out of the clear blue sky.
Baby blue is when butterflies fly,
Over beautiful bluebell flowers.
As little kids let go of their balloons and
Blue tears come out of their eyes.
Baby blue is the gorgeous Caribbean ocean.
It is the last pair of your favorite
Blue jeans left on the rack.
Baby blue is like watching a wonderful
Crystal clear waterfall come down a cliff.
Thinking
of Magenta by
Lizzanna Bryan
Magenta is the paint on a mural swiftly brushed by the
hands of Picasso
Magenta is the setting sun on a warm summer night
Making you feel like you've made a difference today
Magenta is a small flower being ripped by the winds out of
it's roots
Magenta.
Magenta is the color of the process of hatred turning into
liking
Magenta is the fall leaves scraping the ground in one
slight motion
Magenta is happiness
Magenta is sadness
Magenta.
Love by Gina Bowen (aged 11)
Love is the waterfall that never dries up,
Love is the way the tail wags on a pup.
Love is the feeling of bubbles in your belly,
Love is your mouth when the words turn to jelly.
Love is a cloud far up in the sky,
Love is they place and the reason why.
Love is the hope and the faith,
Love is like delicate lace.
Love is the when, the were, the why,
Love is the reason they cry.
Love is the way I write at home:
Love is basically this whole poem.
Feelings by Kayla Johnson (aged 12)
Feelings are like a flower
Fragile
And easy to perish in the wind
Like a leaf
But unlike a homeless leaf
Flowers and feelings are planted in the ground
But they are also
Easy to pull out
Blue and
Green by Stephanie
Barclay (aged 12)
Blue drips are splashing on my window pane
The green grass is glistening with dew
The blue sky is sparkling, clear and beautiful
Green leaves are gliding through the sky
My blue jumper is lying creased and crumpled
Green paint is dripping off a fence
My blue Ted is warm and asleep in my bed
My green jumper is hanging out of my drawer
My green and blue walls are holding a party
Popstars dancing the day away.
My Anger by Anne Dunn (aged 11)
That boy
Always picking on me and my friends.
He's always there
Watching us like a hawk
Inspecting our every little move
Looking for something to start and argument.
We are patient
Although the anger is bubbling up inside
Like boiling hot magma from a volcano.
I feel like lashing out
With bad names, punches and kicks
But I stay calm.
I know that I will get into trouble
If I lash out in the way I think I should.
All of a sudden
He hits the main nerve.
I lash out.
Yelling and screaming,
Kicking and punching
The anger fierce inside
As sharp as a knife.
Stabbing me
My friends are grabbing me
With my arms and legs flailing in the air.
They're trying to calm me down
Saying soothing words.
I get calmer
And calmer
And calmer
And calmer.
At last the raging storm is over.
The Lion and
the Lamb by Amy
Kakoura (aged 11)
A lion is ferocious and fierce,
A lamb is gentle and kind,
A lion is brave and strong,
A lamb is weak and afraid,
A lion roars loud and clear,
A lamb bleats in a muffled sort of way,
A lion is arrogant, and boasts,
A lamb is humble and modest
If you compare these animals
to a human,
Which is the better person?
The Abyss
by Travis Barnes
(aged 12)
Within our souls lies a darkness,
A deep darkness that hides our true pleasure.
As the darkness grows, it fills us with anger.
It is the Abyss, a doorway to our sorrow.
It feeds on our anger, determined to seal off all goodness.
But within the darkness, a spark of light remains.
The spark is a Lightning Bolt of Light, waiting to strike.
But the darkness is overpowering the light,
defusing its flame.
At last goodness in our hearts seals the Abyss,
Releasing the hidden light from the darkness.
Yet the Abyss still lives within our souls,
Waiting to overpower the light once more.
Night Wind by Krystle Herbin (aged 10)
The night wind
howls fiercely
at the stars
It's cold
breath brushes
against my face
Its fingers
run through
my hair
The
Creature Known as Night
by Jessica O'Brien (aged 11)
Gliding through the deadly streets is a creature known as Night.
Her white, loose dress engulfs the world in darkness.
This creature, with her chalk white skin and her,
Wild ginger hair; her eyes that never speak and
Her feet that never show.
As she hovers over lonely streets, people never there,
The creature known as night, does her job, and then,
Goes home to her wild, windy moor, to dwell on
Thoughts and bits of stone that were never there before.
If she ever meets a person wondering helplessly
Among those lonely streets,
A swish of her dress and they forget,
For if a person ever sees her, she would not finish her job,
But go back to her lonely, dark moor.
The
Cataract of Lodore
by Becky Lindsay (aged 10)
When the winter time ends
The cataract depends,
On rain water falling,
To stop it from crawling.
If springtime begins,
The sunshine it wins,
The cataract dries,
The waterfall cries,
It was raging before,
The Cataract of Lodore,
But now it is,
Flittering and glittering,
And swirling and curling,
And blowing and glowing,
And mumbling and crumbling,
And splattering and pattering,
And sparkling and darkling,
And rippling and drippling,
And swaying and playing,
And splashing and flashing and dashing,
But suddenly it stopped,
And all water flapped,
The Cataract of Lodore,
It was no more.
Glory - What Glory?
by Sam Shorrocks and Sam Alderman-Miller (10 and 11)
Do you think it's alright to fight?
Do you think it's all glory and might?
I see many soldier boys go off to war,
Filled with happiness, I'm quite sure.
But what they do not know, you see,
Is that war is no game, no fun, no glee
The result is always the same.
Blood and guts again and again.
You end up dead, limbless or sore
From the wounds you received in such an unholy war.
There is no glory, there is no light.
Nobody wins in this dismal fight.
In The
Trenches
by Kelly Brett and Jade Crawford (aged 11)
As light is taken over by dark,
The fragile glow of a lamp,
Illuminates the sickly face of a soldier,
He sits, he waits,
The rum slowly drowning him into unconsciousness.
Dead bodies implanted in the bloody earth,
Fallen symbols of a futile war.
But as the pale orange shades of dawn,
Announces yet another day,
Eruptions from the opposite trench
Declare that the battle must recommence.
Being
Teased by Jasmine
(aged 11)
Eliza was being teased
By other mean kids
Just because she was different
She never knew what to do.
But Eliza didn't tell
Because she was afraid of being hurt.
Day after day, she would taste blood in her cheeks
Where she bit to keep from crying.
The bullies teased her
During recess and lunch.
She heard their taunting voices,
Their cruel comments about her looks
And all she did was sob endlessly
Like a motherless child
But one day,
The bullying went too far
She had to stand up for herself.
She stood up to them
And told them how she felt
With these true, honest words, they just walked away.
Slaves'
Freedom by Cassandra
Falcone (aged 11)
How many will live
And how many will die
So many would give
And so many would lie
Travelling on the Underground Railroad
Being scared they will get caught
Using a special secret code
Never even being taught
Just for freedom
Sweating in the fields
Doing all they can
Hardly having any meals
Being owned by another man
Just for freedom
Living harshly
Not knowing what to do
Being fed partially
Master coming to abuse you
Just for freedom
How many will live
And how many will die
So many would give
And so many would lie
Just for freedom
Snow
Dancing by Aaron
(aged 11)
Snow dances
Like feathers falling
From a mile high.
Are the snow birds losing their feathers?
Once their task is complete,
Will they land down in
Their snowy nest to lay
Their eggs in the soundless night?
Still the Same by Victoria Hoare (aged 11)
We hope, we laugh, we worry, we cry,
And no matter the different colours,
We're still the same, you and I.
African, Indian, Asian, Caucasion,
We're still the same, you and I.
People say we're different, they're right,
Everyone's different inside.
But even though we're different,
We're still the same, you and I.
Sunken
Night by Lauren Jones (aged 11)
Night is coming with bodiless motion,
Gliding swiftly, not a sound.
His torn, tattered cloak and smooth
Long boots, his sunken shadowed face.
Sneaking in the shadows and corners,
Not daring to show his drab, blue face.
Enclosing on the orb-like towns pacing
Every step.
He turns and spins past every house,
Smoothing back his cloak.
As his daring job comes to an end,
He slowly disappears.
Now Night is nearly fully gone.
And waves one last goodbye.
No one knows where Night may go.
He takes his last treasured step then,
Silence all over.
Friends by Katie Smith (aged 10)
I thought friends were supposed to be,
people who played with me.
I thought friends were supposed to be,
people who looked after me.
I thought friends were supposed to be,
people who laughed with me.
The problems with my friends are,
they just snigger and push me too far.
The problems with my friends are,
they tease me and say I'll never become a star.
I wish I had a friend that understood my feelings fully,
I wish I had a friend that wasn't a bully.
My Country - Poland by Zuza Zukowska (aged 11)
I remember the country I come from
The sadness I am in now
Because the country I come from
Has madness without me now.
I remember my family all together we would sit
Eating dinner with delight.
I remember my friends that I played with every day
But now they are far, far away
In another country
My country I remember
Moon ( A Haiku) by Laura Branco (aged 11)
Shiny, gleaming moon
Guiding lonely wanderers
Through dark, chilly nights
If by Shilo Coulter (aged 11)
Maybe if life had no enemies, maybe if it was kind
Maybe if we were all friends, and peace didn't need to be underlined
Maybe if dreams could come true, maybe if guns were not real
Notice how I keep using IF, and how it's such a big deal?
The
Wombat by Jessica
Tull (aged 12)
I hate the wombat,
I hate the wombat,
I hate the way it scratches and burps
And plods around the garden crushing dainty flowers
I hate the wombat
I hate its sly charm and hypnotic powers
I love the wombat
I love the wombat,
I love the way it shuffles and paws
And struts across endless fields swaying from side to side
I love the wombat
Its cheerfulness, honesty and quiet pride.
I hate the wombat,
I hate the wombat,
I hate its dull and dusty fur,
Its layers of fat, its slowness and sleepy drool,
I hate the wombat
I hate its pointed claws, they scratch and they rip.
I love the wombat
I love the wombat
I love its peace, its calmness, its innocence
So keep your crocs, your kittens and cats,
For I adore the wombat!
Inside Me by Liam Gallienne (aged 10)
Inside me there is a wolf crying to the moon
Inside me there is a prisoner shouting angrily
Inside me there is an eagle screeching at its prey
Inside me there is a worm wriggling around
Inside me there is a frog hopping about
Inside me there is a condor spreading it's wings
Inside me there is a cat scratching at the door.
In Case
of a Snake by
Owen Ward
In case of a snake
Get ladder.
In case of a ladder,
Fall off.
In case of falling off,
Get first aid.
In case of getting first aid,
Go to the hospital.
In case of going to the hospital,
Watch TV.
In case of watching BORING TV,
Read about snakes.
In case of snakes get ladder...
(I like this because Owen has taken a poem by
Roger McGough and changed the words
To his own. Very clever!)
Camping by Luke Hyttner (aged 11)
Cold!
Windy!
My knees sink into the soaked mud of the ground.
The wind hits my face, cold and icy
Blowing through my hair viciously.
Then suddenly it stops!
Morning has came, birds chirp
and search the sky like a lazer,
deer graze.
The hot sun burns away
at the back of my white, untouched neck.
Then suddenly I STOP AND THINK?
What do I prefer DAY or NIGHT?
I wrote a
poem by Amy Kakoura
(aged 10)
I wrote a poem.
Did you know that?
I spent ages over it,
And looked up every word in the 'dikshunry'
I sent it into the 'readers',
And I bet they didn't even read it.
I'm 'Miss Understood' I am,
It must have been due to 'Sir Cumstances'
Beyond my control.
Anyway,
I bet mine was the best.
Gonna
Change (The World)
by Allison Tyler (aged 11)
As I ride around on my bike,
I see things in black and white.
Nothing out there interestingly sweet.
I see the world lifted up on someone's shoulders.
I know there's nothing in my life or in yours.
We're just gonna have to change!
Change the world!
Change.
We're gonna have to sing!
Sing to the world.
Change the world! Sing to the world!
Gonna Change.
I hope the surroundings don't go anywhere.
They used to stay with the world everywhere.
If only we had the ability to share!
We could change anywhere!
We're just gonna have to change!
Change the world!
Change.
We're gonna have to sing!
Sing to the world.
Change the world! Sing to the world!
Change.
Have You
Ever by Julianne
(aged 11)
have you ever imagined
yourself
cut off from the world?
have you ever imagined
yourself
on an adventure?
have you ever imagined
yourself
living in doubt
and fear?
have you ever imagined
life
alone
in
darkness and death?
I have.
Night by James Li (aged 11)
As day falls night awakes.
He crawls out of his deep, dark cave.
Cold, grey eyes opened wide,
As he puts on his star-sprinkled cloak.
He steps onto an invisible step,
And takes flight into the air.
He soars over the countryside,
And the darkness spreads around.
Night jumped down onto a roof,
And danced with all his might.
His thornbush hair and weedy beard,
Swaying on his feet.
Soon the people walked to bed,
As Night enticed them with his power,
Pulling them to sleep in the Land of Dreams,
To dream until the next day begins.
HAIKU POEMS
The Haiku
is a very old poetic form from Japan. It has seventeen syllables, arranged in
lines of five, seven and five. It has been called a "verbal
snapshot" that echoes a moment of beauty.
Waterfall
by Jade (aged 12)
plummeting quickly
masses of bubbling froth
people are amazed
Sunset
by Brianna Hand (aged 10)
The sunset is near.
Mountains look like triangles.
The moon is showing.
Nature by
Amanda (aged 10)
The birds are chirping,
The fish are jumping around,
The deer are grazing.
Trees by Taylor (aged 9)
Trees trees everywhere.
Trees trees waving back and forth.
Trees trees everywhere.
Beach by
Laura Branco (aged 11)
Warm day on the beach
Seagulls screeching on the wind
Children on the sand
Dedicated
to: Dānia (My Mom), Ivānio (My Dad), Tomįs (My Brother) and my best friend Sandra
DeWitt.
Rootbeer by Emily Zuckerman (aged 12)
As rootbeer trickles
Down my ice-cream, foam grows past
The rim of my glass
Boas by Dwight Unger (aged 12)
Young boas eat mice
Older boas eat big rats
Boas are cool pets
A Recipe for
a Summer Vacation by
Christina (aged 9)
A cup of ice cream to make a summer vacation sweet,
A packet of Marisa to make it crazy,
A jug full of grape juice to make it tasty,
A spoon full of medicine to make it better.
Stir with a trip to Disney California Adventure.
Bake in the oven for two months,
Serve it to me.
Lead by Ellie (aged 11)
There's lead in my pencil,
There's lead in my head,
I wish I could write a poem like one I have read!
Backwardness
by Ell (aged 12)
I live in a backwards land,
Its really quite confusing,
Because when your feeling wide awake,
Your sure to be just snoozing!
No Weak Women Here by Kasey Corter (aged 12)
All the boys sit and say
We are bigger and stronger and I say
THERE ARE NO WEAK WOMEN HERE
They laugh and they joke
Then their friend joins in and we say
THERE ARE NO WEAK WOMEN HERE
All the girls join in and we all say
THERE ARE NO WEAK WOMEN HERE
So the smartest of the boys says -
We are people and people work together
So we are equal and there are women that
are bigger and stronger and smarter and more
So the whole class joins and says
THERE ARE NO WEAK WOMEN HERE
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