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The Treasure Chest
The pick of the best poems from June to December 2001
The Lonely
Giant by Katherine Underhill (aged 10)
A long time ago, in a far off place
There lived a great big giant with a hideous face.
His nose was like a pigs and his horns were weird
He had a pet maggot...
but the rest were in his beard!
His prettiest possession was a castle made of stone
and he hated other people so he lived all alone.
His favourite game was tennis,
banging rackets on heads
and scaring young children while they were sleeping in their beds.
One day while he was walking
he met a lady of his kind
You'd think she was attractive...
if you were out of your mind!
It was love at first sight for the giant and his girl
and the giant gave his lady a ring with a pearl.
Cutting a long story short, as long ones bore
He used to be lonely...
but he's not any more!
The Book by
Mark Arnold (aged 12)
I'm a book.
People slam me, cram me,
and I am tired of it.
I want to be a block,
but I am too big.
Maybe a clock,
but I am not round.
Maybe a brick,
but I am too thick.
Maybe a cabinet,
but people would not have it!
Maybe a board,
but I am not long.
If I think about it,
"A book has got it!"
Popular by
Lydia A. (aged 10)
Bingo! You say,
You've got me, I'm dead.
You laugh in my face,
You scream 'Right in the head!'
So, you're popular,
so I hear.
You're popular,
You say in my ear.
I do not care.
I don't want to know.
Your I.Q
still needs to grow.
Haiku Sequence
by Matt Mayhem (aged 12)
Old tree blossoms bright,
It holds a secret inside,
No one knows at all,
The sun sets warmly,
The night has come at last,
Everything is still,
Brown leaves fall to the ground,
The mist rises from the hills,
Young birds flying home
An Anglo-Saxon
Poem by Kayleigh Kirkby
Billowing, seaboard, ocean, pearl ,
Estuary, hale, maroon ,
Harlequin, runnel, ripple, shirl,
Labyrinth, lush, lagoon.
Razorbill, cygret, sogbird, kite,
Cormonant, rag, ravine,
Flickering, sun-burst, dappled, flight,
Fiery, dew, serene.
Asteroid, nova, star-dust, moon,
Galaxy, zone, eclipse,
Pynamo, pulsar, planet, rane,
Satellite, spangle, lips.
Boulevard, freeway, turnpike, cruise,
Chevrolet, fin, pouranne,
Tomahawk, firecrest, fantail, fuse,
Saskatchewan, Sioux, Cheyenne.
Tenderness, sweetheart, cherish, miss,
Paramour, fond, befriend,
Affection, cosy, cuddle, kiss,
Family, love, the end.
Writing About
My Family by Cassy Rochelle Fetters (11)
My Family is a sharpened pencil.
My Dad is the eraser,
erasing away all the bad memories.
My Mom is the lead,
giving birth to us words,
My sister is the words,
so small and wanting to stay in one place,
My brothers are the eraser dust,
always going in different directions,
I'm the middle,
holding everything together.
But now I can't hold it anymore,
and the pencil split in two.
The Perfect Storm by Jonathan
Aldridge (aged 11)
Then the infuriated storm edged closer,
Engulfing the armada of frantic crew;
The drum roll of thunder bellowed abruptly,
While sudden alternations of the earth's crust
Shifts a daring wall of water towards the remaining company.
After sweeping through, the storm retraces its steps
Returning to its lair, waiting, waiting, waiting.......
Windy Nights
Off he gallops, who is he?
A human or a ghost maybe
The eerie sounds echo around
Galloping away not making a sound
When the darkness is over he makes his dismount
So no-one can see him galloping about.
He retreats to the cave from whence he came
At the next full moon he'll come out again!
Reality by
Amie Lee-Mitchell (aged 11)
It is dreamy, you are hoping.
We are waiting, never knowing.
Feelings rushing, always busting.
Thoughts pushing, never telling.
Waiting, wanting, longing, pulling.
Thoughts here, always slipping.
try grab, forever gone!
IF by
Ryan Lightfoot (aged 11)
If you can score against Tafferal,
And beat the Brazilian defence
If you can eat three large hot chilli and anchovy pizzas
And ask for more
If you can not be absent
In all your school years
If you can give Prince Charles a high five
And not get arrested by the guards
If you can win the Grand National
On a bunny rabbit
Or beat Michael Scumacher
Driving a mini
If you can out-sprint a Ferrari Countash
In high-heel shoes
If you can travel the globe riding a tortoise,
In twenty seconds
Without getting wet at all
If you can touch the moon standing on a stool
Or play hopscotch on the sun
Without getting sunburn
If you can keep Bill Gates
Off the computer forever
Then you can't be human me lad -
So go off in your UFO today!
Haiku Sequence
by Scott Hayes (aged 11)
Autumn
The orange cheetah
Approaches, silent, deadly
Pounces and catches.
Winter
January snow
Swiftly glides down to the earth
Settles and compacts.
Spring
The blossom is young
Upon the old apple tree
Where fresh fruit is born.
Summer
Gone is the winter
The blazing sun does not hide
Snakes bask lifelessly.
My Heart by Luke David Bellamy (aged 11)
Last night, I took my burst heart
to a dear friend
who, with soothing words and loving sentences,
sewed my heart back together
and added, a little, more stuffing
My Dog
by Sam
My dog is a bouncy kangaroo
A dark sky with growling stars
Her tongue is a snake, slithering across my face
My dog's nose is a button, dipped in icy cold water
Her eyes that twinkle at night in a dark sky
She is a shark waiting for food,
Her tail is a pump being pulled to and fro
She is a ballet dancer
Her feet clickety-clack across the floor
Animals
by By Lucy Symes and Clare Third (aged 12)
One wacky wombat wobbled wildly.
Two terrible tarantulas tangoed together.
Three thoughtful thrushes thrashed thoughtfully.
Four freaky frogs flipped fancily.
Five fiery pheasants funked ferociously.
Six slimy snakes slithered slyly.
Seven sinful squirrels stood strangled.
Eight angry apes argued angrily.
Nine nauseating newts nibbled naughtily.
Ten tricky tigers taunted terribly
North Star
Haiku by Katherine Horrex
(aged 12)
Torch of the night sky
Compass of the great beyond
Guide me home, bright one!
What My Soul
Is by Mary (aged 11)
What my Soul is -
it is hard to say.
To me my Soul is
an angel girl with wings.
Everyone's Soul
has a different form
They just have to find out.
My Soul is
a vision of beauty
that is full of love.
Total Eclipse
of the Moon by Lauren Boydell (aged 9)
Tuesday 9th January
2001
The Moon is like an overgrown pearl
In the starlight sky
But last night was different
I saw the moon swallowed up by night
Creeping crawling
The Moon went red
Black
Gone
Goodbye Moon
Look!
The moon is back
Shapes by
Amy (aged 10)
If I were a shape
I'd be a sphere
I'd be a football being kicked into Wembley
I'd be a snooker ball being potted by Jimmy White
I'd be an everlasting gobstopper being sucked till I'm worn out.
If I were a shape
I'd be a cube
I'd be a box being filled with junk
I'd be a block of ice melting in orange
I'd be a block of ice being built in an igloo
If I were a shape
I'd be a keyhole
I'd be the key to lock this poem away.
Storm's Revenge
by Elizabeth Ogilvie (aged 9)
The moon, a gleaming silver eye,
watching over terrified Earth,
never blinking,
always watching.
The merciless storm carries on its torture, ruthlessly.
Rain, tears of laughter coming faster ever faster,
down the moon's angry eye
Clouds' battle-cry brings lightening
from faraway lands,
to make the weakening sea suffer more
Lightning, the storms glinting, jagged, claws
crashing,
thrashing
Kind-hearted rocks towering over the despairing sea
trying to make a move
but their huge bulk holds them back
A terrified sea tries to haul itself upon the moonlit sand,
its foamy hands,
clutching,
grabbing,
at the dusty sand.
The slippery sand moves, the persistent sea tries again,
Waves, towering grey arms trying to reach the storm, to drag it down to
the
sea's,
deep,
dark,
depths.
Winter
by Rebecca (aged 11)
winter
crispy brown leaves
chilling trees stand frozen
silk white clouds float in the blue sky
snow frost.
The Terrible
Storm by Cullen (aged 8)
Sky turning slowly grey ,
A whistle of wind blows the leaves,
A distant rumble of thunder,
A whip of lightning attacks the sky,
A flash and crash coming towards the town,
Shutters clattering like mad,
People diving under cover
Babies trying to sleep through the noise,
Wellies splashing in the puddles
Umbrellas flying like bats at night
Sun peeking through the clouds to another town,
Suddenly the sky turns slowly blue,
Slowly a rainbow appears.
Night by
Betsy Parker (aged 11)
The sun goes to bed
Empty steets, sleeping sidewalks
Quiet solitude
Night
Owls hoot at moonrise
The Milky Way washes by
Darkness fills the sky
Night
Vibrant Harvest moon
Reflecting hidden secrets
Stars swimming in darkness
Night
My pillow awaits
Night is time for dreaming
Midnight wandering away
Storm by
Joshua (aged 9)
A seed of lightning,
Grows in the rain
And forks through the sky,
Like an eathquake.
The thunder rumbles,
Like a giant`s tummy,
Whipping the sky and striking the ground.
A spark of light flashes into a tree,
All that is left is the crumpled black trunk,
And the smell of charcoal.
Anger by
David Safdie (aged 12)
Anger!!!
I have a lot of it.
More of it than others.
I can always feel it
Often sharp and rough
Like a flaming arrow in my gut.
I can store it up,
And let it go,
But when I do,
Boom! Bam!! I explode!!!
I'm running around going crazy, frantic
With my words tumbling out
The atmosphere goes nuts.
But then I start to calm down,
I can control myself again
Anger!!!
It can be stopped.
It can be felt.
I am not the only one with it.
When it's building up
I become annoyed and irritable
I rage around in my fury
The feeling is all engulfing
My wrath devours me in swirls of darkness
I try to calm down by counting to ten
But that never works for me.
Anger!!!
I hate to use it
But sometimes I can't help it.
Sometimes it's just too powerful
And sometimes I just don't care!
Rocky Road
Haiku by Heather Lindsay
Life is not easy
Very many friends are lost
Very many gained
Shells by
Kimberly B. (aged 9)
When I go to the beach
it feels exciting,
for the swirly shells
are waiting for me.
The squeaky sand and the quiet
are like a soft song in the warm sun.
The treasures at the calm beach
sit in the cool water
and when I leave
I take a memory with me.
A Different
Life by Mandi (aged 12)
My life is different than
any other
Without a dad, only a mother
Not for long here comes one
But he'll get tired and be done
Just like the rest who just went
Maybe they just weren't meant
to be
for me
Christmas
by Emma Brookshaw (aged 9)
Christmas is here
Hear the bells
Reindeers getting ready
Ice melts
Snow falls
Tinsel going on trees
Merry people everywhere
Angels watching from above
Santa's sleigh - full of love
Cinquain by
Josiah Daniel Plummer (aged 12)
Peach
Why can't
I have a peach
It will not make me sick
Please give me a delicious one
Come on
Children by Priscilla Balan
(aged 12)
Is there a place where we are all equal?
Is there a person who can stand up for more than just himself?
Is there a child who has not sinned in one way or another?
Is there a story that never ends?
Is there a such thing as freedom for an entire nation?
A united continent that works together?
These things are not impossible
They are not only a dream but a possibility
We are the only ones who can make it happen
We are the people of the future
We can work together to make this dream become reality
We can become united in all ways
Every individual person has rights
Do you know your rights?
Do you help make them better?
Do stand up and speak out to what you think is right?
Children can solve every problem of the future
They are the key
That is why they need an education
To make our world a better place
Friend by
Stephanie Watson and Larysa Collins (both 9)
A friend means nothing to me,
I haven't got one.
Lessons...
I dread the passing hour...
Playtime...
Everyone pushes and shoves to get out,
I just trail behind.
I stand against the wall,
It's like torture,
No-one to play with.
Lunch-time ...
I just sit in a far corner,
watching everyone laugh and joke.
What's my future to be?
Teddy Bear
by Nicola Robinson (aged 10)
My bear just sits there not moving an inch
as still as a tree with no wind
My bear doesn't move at all -
sitting there all furry and small
My bear doesn't do anything - nothing at all
But he's mine, all mine,
and that's what I like best of ALL!
When I Grow
Up by Daniel Saunders (aged 9)
When I grow up
I would like to be
Somebody who's got a laboratory.
When I grow up
I would like to be
A popstar on T.V.
When I grow up
I would like to be
the strongest man in Coventry.
When I grow up
I would like to be
a whale splashing in the sea.
Trees by
Derek Gertz (aged 12)
Trees are
Really, really
Big because that's the way
They are. So don't let one fall on
Your head.
The Galactic
Pachyderm by Isabella (aged 9)
The elephant
stands
among the stars
He jumps off
Neptune
bounces off
Mars
to adventure on
Venus
while his children
play
in the diamond jungles
of the
Milky Way.
I
Wish There Were a Place by Sara Ness (aged 10)
I wish there were a place
where religion and race
did not matter,
Where, if you were smaller
or thinner or fatter,
nobody would say,
Ha-ha, what a bad batter!
Or catcher, or reader, or smart-brainy guy.
Where the world would say,
you may be nice, or weird, or mean,
but we like you anyway.
We like you for what you are
and though in life you may not get far
we will like you anyway,
day after day after day after day.
David
Beckham by
Matthew Donaldson (aged 9)
David Beckham, David Beckham,
So good at free kicks.
It’s in the goal -
The goal on Jupiter that is.
The
Ghostly Night by
Megan and Nancy (aged 10)
The shiver of the trees
And the quiver of my knees
As the leaves fell to the ground,
Thunder clapped,
The lightning struck,
All was silent around.
Whirling
Round My Head by
Samantha Cottom (aged 9)
Poetry, poetry, whirling round my head,
I must find the key so I can unlock it!
Poetry, poetry, whirling round my head,
I must write it down, so I won't forget it.
Poetry, poetry, whirling round my head,
It's still whirling round when I'm in bed.
Roger
Stevens Came Today by Nicola Rae (aged 10)
Roger Stevens
came today,
and Wow! did we have a day,
I only wish he'd come again,
to tell us more about his pen,
He writes such brilliant poems,
I really like the one about Michael Owen!
Foot
by
Simon and Tom (aged 9)
Football
Football the
Football the best GGGGOOOAAAALLLL!!!!
Football the
Football
Foot
Roger
Stevens by
Jack Reynolds (aged 10)
Roger Stevens,
Roger Stevens,
Likes to laugh out loud.
Roger Stevens, Roger Stevens,
Always likes a crowd.
Roger Stevens, Roger Stevens,
Always likes to play.
Roger Stevens, Roger Stevens,
He knows what to say.
Roger Stevens, Roger Stevens,
Do you have to go?
Roger Stevens, Roger Stevens,
I'll miss you, you know.
Fireworks
Haiku by
Sara B. Ness (aged 10)
Bang! A flash of light
A glimpse of bright, sharp color
And the world lights up.
War
by
Liam Hannan (aged 11)
War is when innocent
people die
to satisfy power-hungry politicians' want for more land.
War is when men's lives are the only things won and lost.
War is a never-ending barrage of senseless violence.
War is an unnecessary barrier
which stops people from becoming more advanced.
War is something that affects everyone and everything.
War is nothing but murder
There is no distinction between the two.
War is sad, the saddest thing next to a war lost
is a war won.
War is nothing compared to the holocaust which follows it.
Memories
by
Nat Barlow (aged 12)
Memories are
special,
some in color or black and white
Memories can be as numerous as stars at night
or as few as snowflakes in a summer sky
A
Baby's World by
Sam Feldman (aged 11)
Big.
Big people.
Big toys.
Smiles.
Smiley faces
looking down on me.
Noise.
Noise everywhere.
Noise coming from people.
Big People.
Light.
Light everywhere.
Very bright.
Very bright smiles.
Mummy.
Daddy.
Talking. They say a funny word.
"Coochie-coo".
What's that?
More noise.
Noise.
Light.
Smiles.
Big.
Mummy....WAAAH!!!
The
Park Sprite by
Sam Feldman (aged 11)
I've seen her
after the park has closed,
fluttering on tiny, cotton-soft wings,
Her red hair streaming out behind her,
her blue eyes glinting mischievously in the fading light.
Her skin is so bright it's almost luminous,
like a second sun.
I've seen her fluttering around the grounds,
her tiny wings just keeping her in the air.
Her rosy shoes skim the ground
as she speeds around the park,
her lips forming a caring smile,
as she sweeps the park grounds.
She has a cloak of bright green leaves.
She laughs as her wings lift her up,
and she skims the trees,
laughing ever more,
as birds spring up and circle her.
She moves gracefully through the air,
Talking softly to the birds,
in a language yet to be discovered.
Mister,
Your Bag's Talking! By Sam Feldman (aged 11)
Mister, your
bag's talking!
No, it's not.
Yes, it is!
I can't hear it!
Believe me, it’s talking.
It's not!
Listen, then.
See?
No, but I can hear a humming.
That's your bag!
Bags don't hum!
Yours does. Open it!
Fine...
Well?
You silly boy.
I'm not silly!
You are.
Well, what was it?
My ELECTRIC DICTOPHONE!
The
Snowman by
Amy Hunt and Christopher Hunt (aged 11 and 5)
I am a snowman
cold and white
Sitting in the snow in the sparkling moonlight
I have an orange nose
And a funny pose
I have a big top hat
And I am round and fat
My eyes are made of stones
And I don't have any bones
When the sun comes out it is time for me to go
Back down to the streams and rivers below
But remember me shining in he dark
For when the snow returns I will be back!
Wings by Thomas and Damien (aged 7 and 9)
If I had wings
I would fly up to space and see all
the planets
If I had wings
I would hover across the sea to look at
the sea creatures.
At
the Hair Dressers by Fay (aged 10)
This time I want something new.
Here's what I'd like you to do...
Short at the top so I can spike it
Use lots of gel. Yes I'm sure I'd like it.
Add blond streaks, they're really cool
and they'll impress my friends at school.
Shave Man U at the back.
What do you mean you’ll get the sack?
What? Ask my mum?! OK, OK
I’ll have my usual cut today.
The
White Menace by
Nathan Price (aged 11)
He steals the
colours from here and there
He doesn't mind if people care
His eyes are as cold as the frosty ice
He starves the rats and kills the mice
He cut autumn down
Without glancing around
He is the Winter.
Lost
Forever -
by Samantha Lopez (aged 12)
A reflection of loneliness
covered me.
I longed
for someone
to lay out
their arms
And rescue
me from
an appalling
dream.
Lost forever…
Too great a disappointment -
Sadness
Fear
I felt it all.
To gain hope,
that someday
I could unveil
the shadow
that kept me low
to relive
the joy, ambition
and faith
that was lost
in the dream.
To possess the compassion
of a mother
And the contentment
of a father
Hope
Faith
Love
Lost Forever
The
Tranquil Star by
Samantha Lopez aged 12
The biggest star
of the night
is shadowed
by a smoke screen,
hiding the beauty
it imprisons.
It travels
around the
cradle of humanity,
giving us light to see.
Myself by Brooke Thomas (aged 8)
I am as fragile
as a piece of glass,
I am as thin as a blade of grass.
I am as small as a dot,
I am as fat as a teapot.
My hair is as gold as the sand
My face is as small as my hand.
My eyes are as big as a computer screen
My brain is the size of a baked bean.
Grandma by Amanda Whitaker (aged 11)
The name is sweet
The person is sweeter.
Once you meet her
You can never forget her.
The way she smiled
Even when she wasn't felling well.
How she made you feel like a winner
When you knew you really weren't.
How she loved to garden all the time
And she was so nice the squirrels would eat out her hand.
The way the butterflies felt safe on her shoulder.
Yet even though she did all these wonderful things
I really enjoyed hearing her say "I Love You"
And Grandma I know you already know
Yet I just have to say "I Love You"
Wings by Becky and Stephanie (both 8)
If I had wings
I would fly to the bright moon to see the stars.
If I had wings
I would see the bright red roses growing in grandma’s big
garden.
If I had wings
I would dive into the sea to look at the dolphins
If I had wings
I would touch the golden sand by the long wavy sea.
If I had wings
I would look down at the colourful flowers on the earth.
If I had wings
I would taste the hot and spicy ribs from China.
If I had wings
I would smell the fresh bread in a baker's shop in town.
If I had wings
I would hear the long aeroplanes taking off down the runways.
Death
by
Amy Kakoura (aged 11)
I don’t
know where it came from,
It crept out of a dark corner,
And smothered me
And embraced me in its wrath
It took me into its grasping clutches,
Carried me away in its great arms,
And then, it let me go.
"...One last chance..."
Girls
by
Adam (aged 10)
Girls, girls,
everywhere
Please go over there!
Go scream and giggle
and laugh
and play.
Do the silly things
you do
around
someone
else.
O.K.?
Who
I Am by Lauren I. (aged 12)
I am a lemon with a twist,
I am a dew drop filled with mist,
I am a child filled with bliss,
I am used, but I am still brand new,
I am false, but forever true,
I am a mystery without a clue,
I am deaf, but I can hear,
I am afraid, but have no fear,
I am a flower opening my buds,
I do not fight with fists, but with hugs,
I am invisible, but I show,
I am bold, though you may not know,
I am my imagination running wild,
I am my parents' loving child,
I am blind, but I can see,
I am the small fish, in the big sea,
I am the broken lamp that still does glow,
I am the girl that lets her spirit show,
I am the dream that soars above the sky,
I am the bird with a broken wing that still does fly,
I am the gentle breeze on a sweet spring day,
I am the bright light that leads the way,
I am the small white lamb in the field to graze,
I am the confusing, yet easy maze,
I am the tunnel with a light,
I am a person who gives with all my might,
I am the soft whispered prayer,
I am a person who really does care,
and that is who I am.
An Alien
Stole My Knickers by
Emily Preston (aged 11)
An alien stole my knickers
it's true - I have proof
they came crashing down
and now I have a hole in my roof
I hope they know how to use them
they can wear them in bed
I wonder what they want them for
they might even wear them on their head
If they're not careful
they might be itchy on their bum
if they are too small for them
they can be too tight on their tum
hope they will bring them back
I have only one pair left
come to think about it
if they don't I'll have them done for theft
Colours by Joshua Davey (aged 10)
Red is the misty day
of the dusty desert
Orange is the last
remnants of the dying sun
Yellow is the heat
of the burning sand beneath my feet.
Green is the gentle
breeze blowing through the meadow
Blue is the brightness
of the sky on a midsummer's day.
Indigo is the ocean
of the dark dark underwater
Violet is the serenity
of the lonely forget-me-not.
I Am... by Elliot Doyle (aged 7)
I am as grumpy as a shark,
Who can't find any fish!
I am as freaked out as a kangaroo,
Who can't hop or jump!
I am as confused as a snake,
Who can't slide along the ground!
I am as glad as a rabbit,
Who has five carrots!
The Soup by Ashwin Singh (aged 9)
Mum made a soup
I didn't really like
It had bits of
green things in it - CUCUMBER!
Mum knows I don't like
CUCUMBER.
Nature's
Symphony by
Ellen Whitman (aged 12)
The bumblebee provides the strings,
the plays piccolo.
The flowers blooming gently,
create orchestral tones.
The crocus is a single flute,
who plays the entrance notes,
and soon a wondrous symphony,
on sented zephyr floats.
The ripening fields of golden brown
are cymbals loudly crashed,
and marigolds with glowing crown
play trumpets' wondrous blast.
And when the final tones do fade
a chord played by the leaves.
The song of a new season comes,
carried by a breeze.
My Magic
Box by Amy (aged
8)
My magic box is made from a Unicorn's mane
and a Unicorn's horn on top
I will put in my box a jungle
as big as the Pacific ocean,
A puppy's first cry,
A kitten's purr.
A beautiful angel on a cloud,
A beach in the sun with a wild blue sea,
A fresh green field with a light blue sky
and a bright yellow sun,
and a jewellery day.
I will go swimming in my box
day to day.
Loneliness
by Dana
Nelson (aged 12)
The sound of never-ending melodies
A mixture of peacefulness and darkness,
When time stands still like an uncomfortable pause
between old friends.
It's the sound of screaming inside, but nobody hears you.
It's longing for someone to love, care, listen, and hold you
when you know no one will ever come.
It's the fire that burns inside you just waiting to someday blow up.
It's the sound of falling into a deep dark hole,
forever falling just waiting,
Wondering what will happen when you finally hit the bottom,
if you ever hit the bottom.
Leaves by Laura Parish (aged 11)
We leave from the tree,
Gliding slowly at last we are free,
Falling then on to the land,
Were we will be turned to sand,
Departed from our summer home ,
Departed from our home,
As we fall hear us call,
The Winter's night will be to cruel
Shoes by Hayley Lewis (aged 11)
Black Shoes
Brown Shoes
Red Shoes
Silver Shoes
Shoes as tough as boots
Multi-coloured shoes
Big Shoes
Small Shoes
Trendy Shoes
Horrid Shoes
Shoes as black as coal
Slippery Shoes
Grippy Shoes
Shoes are really cool
Black Shoes
Brown Shoes
Red Shoes
Silver Shoes
Shoes as tough as boots.
The Sound
Poem by Robyn
Staszewski (aged 12)
The Young woman entered the stage
The orchestra began playing a soft mysterious song
She began to sing a sad song
Her words left her mouth quietly
The words flowed through the room like someone crying
The song ended unhappily with guilt
Rain by Julianne Millar (aged 12)
Rain is God's tears
It starts out misty like a soft breeze in the night
Then, it starts to spit like a hissing lion
That is the light rain, the worse is yet to come
After that, it pours
Like cats and dogs are coming out of the sky.
Then the rain freezes
like the tip of your nose does on a cold winter day
When it gets colder,
the sleet turns into hail that sounds
like baseballs are hitting your roof.
After a while, it warms up outside
and the hail melts like a popsicle
It lessens into a drizzle
when the weather starts to turn around
It drizzles like leaves falling off a tree in Autumn
The sun starts peaking through
as the gray sky turns to blue again.
Today
by Kathy
(aged 11)
Grasp it and sense it and
never let it go.
Today is only today and will take us another step down life's road.
Tomorrow will never be today
so remember each tiny thing you see and do each day.
Listen to the birds as they sing gaily
for once it is tomorrow today will be history.
The Galumpous by Casandra (aged 11)
The Galumpous is a hairy beast
who considers eleven year old girls a feast.
He smoothers them with caramel
and his opinion is that they taste quite well.
He stalks them all day and all night,
and then, with all his might, he swallows them in one big bite.
Watch out for Galumpouses for they're quick
and could lap you up with their big tongue in just one quick lick!
Whatever you do don't let them hear you talk about them,
that can really get them mad,
and never talk about their awful horrible temper in front of them,
and follow my advice and you'll be glad.
Let me guess, let me see…
There's one standing right behind me!
This Ribbon
by Charlotte
Brunton (aged 8)
This ribbon has been scrunched up in a dark shiny box.
It has decorated silky brown hair for a party.
This ribbon has fallen on to the dirty pavement.
It has tumbled down the sewers from side to side.
This ribbon has ended up in a lake and has sank down with the fishes.
Happiness Is by Indiana Adame
Happiness is sitting with a kitten on your lap.
Happiness is waking up after a long nap.
Happiness is eating ice cream on a sunny day.
And trying to eat it really fast before it melts away.
Happiness is joking around with your closest friends.
And you are always hoping that it never ends.
Happiness is jumping rope in your own backyard.
Then forgeting about the jumprope to catch bugs in a jar.
Happiness is playing softball with friends in the park;
Then hurrying up and racing home before it gets dark.
Happiness is so many things, it's almost too much to do.
But it is also happy, to share my thought with you.
This
Ocarina's Story by
Ellen Morris (aged 8)
The ocarina has been in the African sun
It has been in a birthday box
This ocarina has been thrown out of a window into the dusty road
It has been picked up by a boy with gum in his mouth
and had gum stuck on the mouth piece and been thrown into the gutter
This ocarina has floated rapidly in the gutter
It has fallen into the sea
This ocarina has floated for a year and then landed in England
It has been a wedding present
This ocarina has been trampled on by a horse
It has been in my bedroom warm and cosy
Now this ocarina is in a grave and been forgotten.
Happiness
Is by Sophie
Sherman (aged 8)
I am the new bike that you got on your birthday.
I am the shining sun on your great holidays.
I am your friend asking you to sleep at their house.
I am the new cuddly pet that my mum buys me.
I am the wonderful dreams you have when you slumber.
I am the friends you have in school
I am the money that you found on the way back from the shop.
I am the sticky lolly pop you got from Tesco on Saturday.
I am HAPPINESS!
Daybreak by Leah (aged 12)
The colors in the sky mix together
Making a rainbow in the distance
Slowly the Earth awakes from its sleep
Yawning through the trees
Wind sweeps us all out of bed
Did you hear?
It's daybreak!
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