The Treasure Chest Here you'll find the pick of the best poems sent to us from January to April in 2002 Friends by Steven (aged 9) Friends Three friends Going to war BANG... Silence A Winter's Night by Ben Watts (aged 10) Frosty, foggy, mysterious kind of night; the moaning wind slithered through the rustling leaves. The moon as bright as a glowing button, it brightens and darkens. The mist clutches to the open sky and ground, creeping through the gaps in the hollow rocks of the nearby cliff. The howling and glaring owls stalking you as the creeping badgers go down their sets to the nearby fence, Foxes bounding along to catch the hopping rabbits, As the stoats and squirrels clamber through the hedge. That's what a winter's night says. Mum's Rap by Katie, Stacey, Jessica and Rebecca (10) Mum was in the kitchen making a cake When I tapped her on the leg to see if she could bake Mum can you bake? Can you bake? Can you, Mum? And she turned round at me and said to me, man (singing) I'm the best baking mum this world's ever seen I'm a hip-hop, tip-top bake-cake queen She baked through the house And she scared a little mouse She baked up the road And squashed a tiny toad (singing) I'm the best baking mum this world's ever seen I'm a hip-hop, tip-top, slip-slop, dip-drop, trip- trap, sit-back, happy, happy, happy, happy bake-cake queen. Haiku by Ryan (aged 11) Ryan has a car It is a Lamborghini It is very cool Fantasy by Sara Ness (aged 10) When the moon turns purple, And the sky turns pink, I'll turn my head And give you a wink. When the world turns yellow And the sky becomes blurred I'll turn my head and say a soft word. When the seas turn green And the grass turns blue I'll turn my head, and reveal my secret to you. Moonlight on the Water by Hailey Oaks In the sand just lying there is a w o o o o o o o o o sssshhhh!!!!!! w a t e r Rose Dreams by Carrie Harvan (aged 10) A rose dreams of singing in the opera or with a concert band A rose dreams of singing with the Beach Boys or even N*sync A rose dreams of singing in her mud bath or in her flower bed She dreams of singing in her own concert with a million flowers screaming She dreams of being on the television or on the radio She dreams of fame and fortune in the singing business and breaking glass with her high note A rose dreams of singing Eggs and Words by Otasha (aged 12) Eggs and words Are alike Sacred and fragile Because words once spoken and eggs once broken can never be repaired. The Reader of this Poem by Stacy-Ann Smith (aged 10) The reader of this poem is a bouncy bed. The reader of this poem is a drop dead Fred. The reader of this poem is a Billy goat. The reader of this poem is a shipwrecked boat. The reader of this poem is a haunted house. The reader of this poem is a squeaking mouse. The reader of this poem is a lovely pear. The reader of this poem is a nasty bear. The reader of this poem is a funny dog. The reader of this poem is a piece of log. The reader of this poem can take a joke I hope. My Grandmother's Necklace by Nicki Payne My grandmother's necklace Is the one I won't lose. I will keep it forever In my heart and soul. I will not forget the day I heard the news That my grandma had passed And I would never see her again. When he gave me that necklace Just a few weeks later I thought of my grandmother And the sad day of loss. Now when I look at the necklace I can see my grandma Standing In front of me And remember all the good times together Even though there were few. I love to see my grandmother To see her in my dream And listen to her voice in my heart As I look at the necklace My grandma once gave me Similes by Fiona (aged 8) As big as a giant - as small as a crumb As quiet as a hamster - as bossy as a mum As smooth as a pebble - as rough as bark As bright as the sun - as dull as the dark As soft as cotton - as hard as stones As dirty as a bedroom - as chewed as a bone What You Don't Know About Food by Ashley Tanzy (aged 12) Spaghetti's really worms. Peanut butter is made from paint with flavour. Potato chips are made from sliced-up people's brains. Cakes are made of sponges. Ice cream is made up of dirty snow with colour. Jelly is made up of jellyfish. Carrots are made up of orange crayons. Hard candy is made out of rocks painted. Chocolate is made of dirt and mud. They Come Flying by Mason Copeland (aged 12) They came flying two by two (I dreamed on a weary night in the dim west) Over the mountains they came two by two Every night about midnight, across the lake they fly by a silvery white tail They hum a little tune (mosquitoes) Building Site by Bradley Martin and Joseph Gregory (8 and 7) On the site you can see The men Work, work, working. On the site you can hear The pat, pat, patting Of the trowels hitting. On the site you can see The shovels Dig, dig, digging Up the foundations. On the site you can hear Scuff, scuff, scuffing Of the men Fly by Dana Turner (aged 10) As I looked upward toward the sky, I wondered with a longing sigh How things might look from way up high? How would it feel if I could fly? Do you think birds wonder, too, As they're soaring in the blue? How it would be if they could do, People things like me and you? Being an Actor! by Adam Clarke (aged 11) It is not easy being an actor You don't schedule your days, the directors do Remembering your lines and no-more lying in bed late But it is easy knowing that people are rewarded in pleasure and even though you can't see them through the screen you know faces will be lit up with indescribable amusement Limerick by Francesca Thirley (Year 4) There once was a lion from Asia She hoped to shop at the House of Frasier So she went to the shops Brought a couple of frocks That silly old lion from Asia The Dragon by Anwen Hayward (aged 9) A shadow passing over the hill A silhouette of a dragon Many a knight has come to fight it But all have failed, one by one How far the dragon has wandered Over crests of the sea Over clusters of earth All under the light of the sun His shining scales dapple Under dew reflections He glides through the clouds And becomes invisible Gliding high amidst mist and fog His shadow on the clouds Smoke billowing from his nostrils Blowing fiery colours to earth A tear wets a scale on a wing For he knows his end of time is drawing near He will fade into a mist And die He will be dreaming a dreamy dream Forever No more days of chivalry No more valiant knights A shadow on the medieval town A moony light so far A cloud in the sky In the shape of a dragon... Color Me by Enishka Cloy (aged 12) Color me! That's right, color me. What's wrong, why are you just standing there? Use any color you like, any color you may feel. I'll always be whom God made me. What, what, what's that you say? You don't like me? What, is it because of my skin? What's the deal about my words to you? Use any color you wish me to be Is it blue, yellow, black, white, or green? You name you choice just Color me. Parent Trees by David Wieland (aged 9) Watching and warmed by the sunset. Their son dances around Gleefully smiling at the sun. Inside, their sap is melting with love. The Best Place to Be by Amy Louise Tynan (aged 11) Me Mum and me Dad took me sister and me To start a new life across the Irish Sea The sea was cold, The sea was rough We didn't expect it To be so tough We saw the Liver Buildings They looked cool Then we knew we were in LIVERPOOL My View Of The Sea by Anwen Hayward (aged 9) A magical sparkle of silver and white Dancing on the sea From the golden sun so bright Dazzling you and me. Tropical fishes darting around The wild coral reef While rays and whales and sharks bound In the divine world beneath. A parrot fish swerving about A moray eel in hiding And here comes a hungry trout Along the bottom sliding. Maybe the sea isn't this good Maybe it's just my dreams. But until it starts to wear a hood This is what it seems! Until the End by Matt United we stand until the end. Never give up until the end. Together forever until the end. Invincible to all things until the end. Laughing, loving, living until the end... Being a Kid by Ellie Scatliffe (aged 11) Being a kid isn't easy, In fact, it is very hard. Childhood's full of knocks and pushes, Snail pace slow, then roller coaster whooshes. And when I get a bit older, I'll move on and so will you. I think I will no longer not know, What will happen next? Which way will my life go? I know that I'm just eleven, I don't really know that much. It is very tough being so small, But when I grow up, it'll be clear, I know all! Smiles by Kasey Keane (aged 9) All we have to do is smile. Smile at one and they'll smile back at you. Smile at another and they'll smile back too. Smiles fill this world with laughter and fun. I've just begun to say Let's all smile and laugh today. Mother Nature by Amber Doran (aged 11) Walking down the street, The wind in my hair. I pick a luscious flower, With gentle loving care. I listen very closely, Sounds here and there. Then mother nature whispers, "I am everywhere." Brothers by Paige Daly (aged 8) On the breast of the new fallen snow, A flock of geese flew past the moon, Like good brothers meeting for the first time. Fear by Jenny Stoves (aged 12) Fear is waking the moment after the worst nightmare, Before realising it was only a dream, Fear is the rhythm of footsteps behind you, Walking down a dark deserted street at midnight, Fear is a long-legged black hairy spider, in a white gleaming bath tub, Fear is a mothers anxious face in the window, waiting for her 15 year old daughter, Tea laid ready at the table, But now it's News at Ten, Fear is a young beautiful supermodel, spying her first wrinkle in the mirror, Fear is a busy mother in a crowded market place, Looking frantically when she realises her two year old son has vanished, Fear is a serious police officer at the door, When your husband has only popped out for some petrol, Fear is a corkscrew slowly turning in your stomach, Wet palms, A dry mouth, Your hair standing on end, A cold shiver running up your spine, Wobbly knees trying to stay still, Fear is sick dread, Fear is always having to look over your shoulder, And never knowing what's going to be behind you. Ballet Dancing by Katie Mallin (aged 12) Ballet dancing- What a treat! Pirouetting on my feet. First arabesque is what I like, An arm to the front, an arm to the side. Stand up straight and point your toes, "Hold it there, that lovely pose." Start as a baby and see it through, And before you know, you'll be in grade 2. Neatly dressed and hair in a bun, It's very hard work but it's lots of fun! The Ship's Maiden by Lauren Buck (aged 10) When the fishermen have gone And noise and chatter are far She appears in her dirty rags Shining like the stars She is a ship's maiden from the old She is now dead She died on a boat searching for lost gold No one knows her name Or her family, But I wonder if her parents know That she's a ghost maiden out at sea So when you are tucked up in bed tonight Cosy, comfy and yawning Listen carefully for the ghost maiden's cries Her sad, sorrowful mourning. What Is Blue by Carla Golledge (aged 12) Blue is the colour of her eyes, as deep as the sea. Blue is the dancing dolphins so peaceful and calm. It's the rain, the sky, it's in so many things we see. Blue is the sea, rough & wild when it's calm too. Blue is emotion whether it's happy or sad. It's the tear that flows gently down the hot flushed face. Blue is the river flowing swiftly slipping around the rocks. It's the whales and their songs It's the iciest mountain, so wet and cold. Blue is the wind icy and cold. On a winter's morning the faces so cold. What Is the Sea? by Alice Wait The sea is a fish bowl bobbing up and down. It is as blue as the sky getting darker. It is a whirlpool going around the world. It is a field of water going nowhere. It is a sky of emotions which change. Sun and Moon by Amber Doran (aged 11) The sun is shining in my eyes At night it comes out As a moon in disguise. Breeze ( A Haiku) by Sara Ness (aged 11) A caressing breeze. I lift my face to its kiss as it passes by. Julia the School Cook by Carol and Joseph (aged 11) Julia makes our dinners, She makes them very hot, We are the schools best singers, We give it our best shot. Julia makes our dinners, She puts us in the mood To be competition winners And to eat our healthy food. The Key to Life by Alyssa R. (aged 11) I want to live life to its fullest For who knows how long I'll last. I want life to go slow And not so very fast. Some people are always in a hurry, Though I have no clue why. I love to just lay on the ground And gaze into the sky. I know that If I take life slow I'll see so much more. I may be the slowest, But I have found the core. You just ignore the strife and you have easily found the key to life. It is absolutely obvious that the key to life is LAUGHTER AND HAPPINESS. Stars by Peter Rusell (aged 9) Stars, The brightest things in the night sky. Shimmering like mirrors reflecting the sunlight. As bright as the sun, Tiny yellow mice dancing in the sky. Smile by Alyssa R (aged 11) I Love to see a smile Upon everyone's face. It just helps Everyone Get through this human race. My Great Dad by Harshita Rajasekariah (aged 12) Once there was a great Dad, Who never did anything bad. He loved to garden, And always said pardon, And read newspaper ads. A research scientist was he, And he needed glasses to see. He was kind, And never lost his temper (or his mind) His heart was filled with glee. And that great Dad, Should be very glad, And he is such a great man, And his life is a set out plan, of happiness for me. My great Dad. Trapped ( a sonnet) by Helen Howarth (aged 11) dark, dull, distant in life, clouded with mist sable, sullen, with a lack of sound these are the words of a land I have found, beware of the dangers there's too many to list. the moon brightly shines through, a silver beam, like the sun at dawn the silver moon at night, towering above me at beauty's height my guiding light, or so it seems. the land is mystical, but devilish grey and dismal, where evil leaves its mark. I need to escape, I miss light so, to get out of here is my one only wish how will I survive in this land of dark. I am now trapped in a world I don't know. Dreaming Land by Fatima Ali Akbar Halai (aged 10) When I was one I sucked my thumb When I was two I went to the zoo When I was three I climbed up a tree When I was four I opened the door When I was five I saw a fish alive When I was six my puzzle was fixed When I was seven I went to bed at eleven When I was eight I gained my weight When I was nine I saw the sun shine When I was ten I opened the can And saw the Dreaming Land Web Poem - by 2A Belfast Royal Academy The web is - A monstrous giant swallowing all the information in the world A growing maze with a mind of its own, ever growing and never ending A door into an exciting New World A hacker's paradise where you can find anything A brain with knowledge of the world waiting to be explored A net holding an endless supply of knowledge A mysterious wonderland of never-ending information Another world of minds and unanswered questions A deep ocean which we are drowning in A web with a spider ready to pounce A jig-saw puzzle waiting to be completed A vast maze of endless information A wondrous window of opportunity The home of all knowledge. Alone by Vivian Cherng (aged 11) alone no friends no enemies alone no light no dark alone no good no bad alone no dream no life I am alone The Guitar by Cassi (aged 12) Little keys on the board The guitar strings chord It's the sound I would hear Whenever you were near There was the guitar I admired from afar You loved to play You did everyday The keys on the board That was my chord You disagreed with it all That's why we had to fall It was a hard day With you so far away You never came back How I regret that You were the one for me You just couldn't see Now I sit alone Will you ever come home? A Friend by Amber Johnson (aged 12) A friend is like a flower, a rose to be exact or maybe like a brand new gate that never becomes unlatched. A friend is like an owl both beautiful and wise or maybe like a ghost whose spirit never dies. A friend is like a heart who goes until the end just think where would we be in this world if we didn't have a friend? Winter by Ashleigh Ferris (aged 8) Winter is cold like a freezer. Winter is white like snowflakes. Winter is draughty like a breeze. Winter is dark like space. Winter is wet like juice. Winter is lonely like the clouds. Winter is long like the sea. Winter is sleepy like the hamsters. Gemma by Gemma Noonan (aged 8) G is for going places. E is for her friend Emma. M is for mivering her mum. M is for her stressed mum. A is for ending Gemma's big amazing day. V Winter by Danielle Cosh (aged 9) Winter is cold like the big blue sea Winter is draughty like an open window Winter is wet like a big puddle in the park. Winter is dark like a big black page. Winter is sleepy like a hedgehog. Winter is lonely like your first day of school. Sunbeams by Jessica Bone (aged 9) Sunbeams remind me of Susie, Up in the clouds she lies Now I think the beams are her eyes Being good Each day Always looking over us More and more I think her here So, as she passes by in my mind.... She hurts me inside Sunbeams remind me of Susie Up in the Clouds she lies Sometimes I think the beams are her eyes I miss her Every day Sports by Erin Mulcahey (aged 11) Baseball Basketball Soccer more I could count to 80 before I could decide which ones to ignore Maybe I will wait just one more day Before I choose which one to play Untitled by Jennie Beans (aged 9) This poem is untitled because there is no possible way to describe Kimberly Ann One day she's your friend then she acts like that stupid kid Dan She thinks she is SO cool But really, she acts like a fool I know what you’re thinking - She can't be that bad But believe me when you know her, you’ll feel sad Poor, poor soul that Kimberly Ann is... She doesn’t know how to have fun Her idea of fun is picking up sticks and quite frankly I don't think that is fun Not at all... Not at all... So don't feel sorry for Kimberly Ann Laugh! Wishes for the New Year by Anya S. Corke (aged 11) Smoldering tawny ashes of sunset flame, Sealed pale gold fire on amethystine waves, The sun descended into the valley of dream beyond the sea, At dawn she will rise again and cast around her virtue. I wish that people in their industrious, modern lives, Could spare some time to meditate upon, The simple pleasures and beauties of our earth, And to dream upon treasured dreams, As dreams are the candles brightening the pathway of life. I wish that people could spare some of their thoughts, To what they can do to beautify their, and others, lives, A smile, and a gentle word, and laughter may not seem much, It is no expense to carry with you, But it means greatly to the receiver. With a positive outlook and a smiling visage, And bright thoughts shining through the faces of all, And poetry in our hearts, We could improve, and so easily, the peace And the happiness of our world. Remember Mother Nature, and her loveliness- Which we should help admire, and preserve From the pollution of industries that threaten Our green and natural world. Remember appreciation, loyalty, and integrity, Are gifts of goodness, and qualities That illuminate the spirit and soul, Remember they are golden keys to the gate Of friendship, wisdom, and contentment. Remember that life’s true meaning lies, Not in wealth, but in our happiness, And one is never poor as along as they, Keep their dreams and aspirations, And a friendly smile sealed on their lips, Like a flood of rainbow light crowning them The great king or queen of happiness. The Spirit of Friston Forest by Katie Rose Richardson Green (8) The Spirit of Friston Forest She roams around like a mad Rhino charging Her cloak is made from the clean oak leaves, Her shoes are made of logs with leaves over her toes, Wherever she goes nobody knows Because her footprints are swiped away by the wind and the leaves. Elephants Can't Swim by Ruth Muddle (aged 10) I tried and tried to get him in the water. He just would not budge. Then as soon as I got him into the water He sank to the bottom. I dived in and rescued him. It was lucky that I could swim. Here comes Mum, I said. She'll help you to swim. "Mum, make Elle swim," I told her. "Don't be silly James, stuffed toys can't swim." Thanksgiving by Ashley Adkins (aged 9) T is for Thanksgiving Day H aving a lot of food. A lot of free time N ot fun without a lot of people K ind to everybody S haring food together G iving food to homeless I like to share food V ery nice to homeless on Thanksgiving Day I love Thanksgiving N ot being mean on Thanksgiving Day G iving toys and clothes to homeless people on Thanksgiving Day I Should Like by Charlotte Rice (aged 9) I should like to make trees grow in five minutes, A forest in ten, on a cold winters evening. I should like to grow junk food From the ground, trees and bushes On mid-summers day for a party. I should like to run an RSPCA all by myself not Another human soul Except for the customers. I should like to be invisible, Not have to go anywhere I disliked For I wouldn’t be seen. I should like to understand animals And learn their ways with what they say.  I should like to out-run a wild cheetah And stroke its gleaming black spots. I should like to have a watch to stop time for me So I could cheat in class. I should like to fly high in the sky with the sparrows As the golden sunlight touches their wings. I should like to be a witch and capture the colours of the sunset In a jam jar to brighten up my room, The colours shall bring happiness and joy.  I should like to ride on a gleaming white unicorn As it gallops across the sun-touched clouds To Meet the Rainbow Woman. I should like to meet the Rainbow Woman As she paints the perfectly bright colours across the sky. Storms by Thea Theobald (aged 11) Fierce, gray Howling, screaming, scaring Winds, helpless, downpour, mist Flooding, thundering, lightning Dark, scary Weather At Terror Towers by Timothy (aged 9) There's a vampire in the cupboard, Bats sleep under the chairs. The drawers are crowded with spiders, And a brigand guards the stairs. A dragon lives in the kitchen, He must find it very tight. No wonder those ghosts all sent him away, When he set the room alight. Frankenstein's locked under the floorboards, ('Cause he frightens Dracula far too much,) The giant sits on the rooftop, And the troll on the rabbit hutch. A werewolf sleeps in the Drawing Room, Snakes hang from the ceiling tiles. It's no surprise that if you go too near They'll make you run for miles. What is Green? by Sam Stockbridge (aged 7) Green is grass freshly picked Green is an alien just landed Green is a new pen Green is seaweed from the sea Green is a great big pond Green is a frog Green is a nice colour But my favourite colour is BLUE Snow by Colleen Willey (aged 12) The sweet soft snow falls gently from the sky, It melts on my tongue, standing out, cold in the snow, The sky black like night, Everything dark and wispy white, white like the snow, white is the snow. The morning comes, the snow is still falling, The ground covered with mounds of fluffy white snow Running out in slippers and pajamas, Tiny snowflakes fall on my hair, The snow keeps falling, never stopping. Snow has cancelled the school for today, I go play in the snow, My new blue mittens soon covered with the wet slushy snow, Now the sun is melting the beautiful snow, once pretty, The snow is not so beautiful, It is cold and is crunchy and hard, no longer soft and fluffy. I like snow. Sock Days by Lucy Fielding (aged 8) Monday's socks are butter yellow. Tuesday's socks are pink marshmallow. Wednesday's socks are blueberry. Thursday's socks are orange terries. Friday's socks are a purple glow. Saturday's socks are a green foe. And Sunday's socks are all those and an added bonus! My Teacher Dreams by Hannah  Parrett (aged 9) My teacher dreams of running away. My teacher dreams of wearing a pink frilly dress. My teacher dreams of doing the flamingo. My teacher dreams of a purple pig. My teacher dreams of wearing a pink elephant. My teacher dreams of doing a rock roll dance at assembly. My teacher dreams of running around naked  (ooh, er, Hannah – RS) Pour Tu by Lydia A (aged 11) You are silence You are pain Your presence shakes my reality That cool stare can slaughter me. In agony I wait and yet I have already fallen. I watch your veins through translucent skin. They give life I never knew They give life such as you. It makes me wonder, how it's been so long, since I heard your voice. Full to its brim with hard cold reason. How has it been so long? I am tied down, though I can still get through, If I feel enough, I might get through to you. Grandma by Kirsty (aged 12) The sky so blue Her hair so gray She watches her grandchildren Laugh and play She thinks back And remembers what it was like To be able to ride Her own two-wheeled bike She wishes once more That she was young And could be the kid Who's having all the fun But grandma knows She's been there too And has had all of the fun Just like you Winter by Callum Neville (aged 8) Winter is cold like an iceberg The tree is naked like a new-born baby Winter is sleepy like a snake It is dark in the woods Rain by Keighley (aged 8) drip  drop    splish  splash rain is like  a  dipping  tap  drip  drop  splish  splash rain  is    like    pouring   from   a   kettle  drip  drop    splish   splash rain is like  jumping    in   puddles. 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