The Treasure Chest The pick of the best poems from December 2002 until March 2003. Go Haiku by Daniel (aged 10) Shove off, sling your hook You know you are not wanted Go on, Go away. Volcano by Ariel Shahar Burton (aged 12) The lava boiling like chilli sauce The mountain like a ketchup bottle Suddenly the mountain shakes and quakes violently, Like a three year old shaking a ketchup bottle. Boom, the lava erupts and people take cover. They scream and holler. The lava surges it's way towards the water Making deep layers in our earth. Forming new land In the child's case He's just making a mess for mommy. Hand by Daniel White (aged 12) scissor-snapper loud-clapper soft-clicker nose-picker eager-learner page-turner. Life by Penpal (aged 12) I wasted my life with tears sitting alone in a corner and all I would know is a life full of woe with fields and fields of sorrow. My Clouds by Jes Kent (aged 12) I live high up in clouds, Don't you see? This is where I get away from All my problems and worries I AM FREE! This is where I escape those I don't like, Those I do. I would invite you, But I have some self-bonding To do. Shine Haiku by Rebecca (aged 9) The sun was shining Shining brightly in the sky But it's just a star. Fall by Ariel Shahar Burton (aged 12) A season when leaves float off the trees, Where flowers die off and Pumpkins are carved into funny faces. When little children rush into their classrooms Waiting for kindergarten to begin. And the older kids drudge back in bored of the same old teachers. The teachers are sitting in the teachers' office Drinking coffee sharing summer stories. A repeating cycle. Outside Your Window by Kasmeen Khaira (aged 9) Outside your window there's a deserted house bat shapes fly overhead ghosts spook the house spiders make cobwebs in every corner The wind howls like wolves howling at the moon windows and mirrors break by themselves scary noises creak in the floorboards skies dark eyes circling around the house gravestones surrounded and shadows wandering tree shapes moving place to place owls hooting louder and louder Simply the Best? by Leanne Chapman (aged 12) I used to think I was simply the best Always better than all the rest. I used to think I liked school Now I look back and think, you silly fool I used to think I could sing What a stupid silly thing I used to think I was a good poet Now I look back and think - so show it. I used to think I had loads of friends But now I remember they were only pretend. The Old Lady by Annabel (10) and Kymberly (9) There was an old lady from Mars She had a beautiful vase The lady was weird, She had a beard And owned one million red cars. Bugglewing by Daniel White (aged 12) 'Twas frold in the woods of trime. And the Kince of Peyavin loitered clowingly. He crame upon the scerrorizing Bugglewing, It's ryes aflame scauldingly. It's trote burupted fire, Churning down the trees surrounding. It's flaws plucked the tree remains, Like glower heads from sud. The Bugglewing pooked so sicious, As the pind Kince slashed its trote. He left it dead, and with it's head, He loitered the way back. Caught by Emma (aged 10) There was a young girl from Kent A lot of money was what she spent She went in a shop And got caught by a cop And had to live in a tent. Evil by Adam Bushnell (aged 9) Evil is Black It smells burned Evil tastes bitter It sounds like nails on a chalkboard Evil feels like fire It lives in shadows Evil comforts pain It helps sorrow And destroys hope. Birthdays by Adrianne (aged 8) When it's me birthday I always have fun, I open me presents and then me run, Me make a mess on me mum's best dress, Now I'll just leave it and play games, Or should I be thoughtful and clean it again. So now I'll be funny and bust a joke. Everyone laughs while drinking their coke. Friends and jokes are what birthdays are about. Now let's blow the candles out. Sir Isaac by Dominic John (aged 9) Sir Isaac Newton, It must be said, Is very important, For being hit on the head. 'Eureka', he said, While under the tree. Gravity is what made, That apple fall on me. So the theory is, He said with a frown, 'What goes up, Must come down'. A Thought by Chelsea (aged 11) Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust, Oil them brains Before they rust. Dreamland by Hannah Unicorns run through a field of memories Flowers dance in the wind Dragons sit and ponder And magic always wonders As long as you believe in Dreamland After a War by Lance J. Barnard (aged 10) We hear mournful sobs and tears when brave men are lost and only hatred is gained. Heroes arise, but in their eyes, you can still see friend they lost. People sad and people mad which only makes more tragedies. Men who have fought have tried to keep good thoughts. People who have fought look so calm but deep inside they are overwhelmed with fear they do not know who to trust. All flags are lowered, sadness in the air. On the street people look for signs of happiness. We seek and seek, but do not find any signs of joyfulness. People say they hate other people. A flame of anger rises, which starts another war. But then we ask the BIG QUESTION: Why did we fight this war? Only hatred has won the war. My Mum by Sophie Morris (aged 9) My mum is an important person, The most important to me. She's kind and caring and clever, I'd like you all to see. My mum is an important person, The most important in the world to me. She helps me with almost everything, And she does it happily. Mother by Akash Gurung (aged 10) Mother give us birth. Obedient, gallant, honest and sensitive. Teaches us what is best, Her sense of humour makes us laugh, Endless tasks she performs, Rapidly, if she is tired. Independence by Amy Kakoura (aged 12) Before, my life was a sham. Leaning on others To help me get through the day Wallowing in my pool of despair. But one day, an ordinary day I looked up And I realised what I was And what I could be And a light shone down Pulled my face out of the mud And picked me out of my stony grave Held me high for the world to see And I realised how deep my head had been in the sand And I shouted for the world to hear That no matter what you are What race, what belief, what name, You aren't worth a damn Until you realise: I AM WHAT I AM! Bears by Kelly (aged 11) Lovable, cuddly, squeezable - who? My favorite one is Winnie The Pooh, You haven't guessed yet? If you try hard you could I bet. They're fun and warm and fluffy too, Have you guessed who? Well, it's a bear, the lovable kind, On the shows the one you always find, The ones we love so, It's the teddy bear we all know! Self Portrait Poem by Ariel Shahar Burton (aged 12) My feet are like tornadoes, crushing everything in their path. My fingers are as rough as tattered baby blankets. My eyes are small ping-pong balls, wondering at everyday life. My hair is like rough bristles on a hairbrush. My heats beats very fast, like a cheetah running, never stopping to breath. I live in a computer, surrounded by megabytes and java. I eat up books and information off the web, Like a vacuum eats dirt. November 22nd by Alanna (aged 12) On November 22nd 1999, Danielle passed away, I thought she would be fine. She lived life to the fullest, Always having fun, she was the cheeky angel and our hearts she always won. Being diagnosed with leukaemia, never shook her spirit, dolphins were her passion and we would always hear it. Then the dreadful day came, it was time to say goodbye, Danielle was gone, with the angels she would fly. On November 22nd 1999, Danielle passed away, my life changed forever and I miss her everyday. Harry Potter Haiku by Reece Morris (aged 8) Harry Potter rules Better than Draco Malfoy Hedwig IS his Pet. At Home by Hallie Kassandra Geier (aged 10) I sit in the old maple. Through its wide, swaying branches I see the blue sky. A rainbow arcs across it A bird sings I am at home. I Am by Brittney Tomasi (aged 12) I am a shy girl who like horses I wonder if people will be alive in the year 4000 I hear the ocean when I'm outside I see the waves crashing on the sand I want peace between everyone I am a shy girl who likes horses I pretend to be a famous western rider I feel the mist on my face I touch the fur on my dog I worry about my Grandpa sometimes I cry for the people that risk their lives and die I am a shy girl who like horses I understand when I get something wrong I say I love my mom and dad I dream to go to Hawaii I try to be kind to my sister I hope there will be no more wars I am a shy girl who like horses Peace by Anita Thomas (aged 12) Peace is like love throughout the world. Peace looks like a rainbow after a light shower. It sounds like a shooting star in the night. It tastes like a Sweet Tart on the tip of your tongue. Peace can be like seeing your child succeed. My Dad's Tool Box by Jessie Robinson (aged 10) My Dad has a tool box He thinks that it's a cool box Sometimes when he uses them He drools all over his tools. I Wanna Bath by T.J. Rivvenal (aged 12) I wanna bath so scrub me down make me soapy wipe off my frown shampoo my hair and then condition there's soap in my eye and I've lost my vision bubbles in the bath can be such fun we'll pop them all until there's none I'm scrubbing my nails with the nail brush get rid of all the dirt and the sticky mush my skin's gone wrinkly I'll get out now then I wipe me down with a nice warm towel I say bye-bye bath and I shed a tear I'll take another bath in about a year Loveable by Zachery Fuller (aged 9) I love Miss Washburn with all my heart She is my favorite teacher in the world I love everybody in my class Even when I make them laugh. Bus, Bus, Bus by Nicola Grey & Alayna Hollis (aged 12) Ooooooh no, we have to walk ALL the way? Don't make a fuss, fuss, fuss We're going on the bus, bus, bus WOT ALL OF US, US, US!? Yes, it's a big bus, bus, bus I try to sus, sus, sus How many people on the bus, bus, bus There's a lot of us, us, us On the bus, bus, bus I hope you never cuss, cuss, cuss My big red bus, bus, bus If your name is Gus, Gus, Gus Your name rhymes with bus, bus, bus YEAH!!!!!!! Mummy says tomorrow We're going on the BUS, BUS, BUS!!!! Pooem by Megan (aged 11) and Jay (aged 12) a poem is a poem not a pooem or a ooem and definitely not a mooem so say goodbye to pooem 'cos this IS a poem! You are a cow and you are mooem So leave dis poem aloem If you ain't a fan of poems Then go and read a pooem 'Cos poems is what we are doem We'll write A pooem soonem But not yet 'cos dis is a poem And if you don't like pooems You're in luck 'cos it's a poem NOT A POOEM! Snow by G.H. (aged 11) Snow, what is it Is it ice, sleet, rain Or am I just going insane? Snow is almost like a cloud A big ball of fluff that stands proud As light as a feather Depending on the weather It usually comes in December It is something that I'll always remember A memory that I will never forget Something I will think of when I'm upset Snow, nothing harmful You could grab an armful Snow is something you see when you hear the words Ho, Ho, Ho And that's why I love Snow, Snow, Snow! Loneliness by Alyssa Z. (aged 11) A single leaf falling of a tree, An old house almost broken down, A single snowflake floating to the ground, A tree with no leaves. Loneliness is everywhere. Storm by Connie Hartley (aged 10) Lashing of lightning Clapping of thunder The rain hammering down Hitting the ground Ever so hard Making the tree branches sag and frown. Lightning. Lighting up the dark night sky Setting trees alight Giving off an orange glow Hearing the bark scream and shout. Thunder. Deafening bugs and insects Following lightning like a right-hand man Hear it from miles around Waking people in the night. Rain. Stabbing like a dagger Falling from clouds Facing their death Hitting the ground. Gone. Forever. Then suddenly A break of sunshine Like a bullet shooting through the clouds People jumping for joy They haven't seen this golden shape for hours. Fall by Marissa Kaplan Red, orange and yellow leaves come tumbling to the ground, Big orange pumpkins are growing all around. The yellow sun shines in the blue sky, Sturdy trees with colourful leaves grow up very high. White puffy clouds drift along, Birds chirp from their nests singing a song. The crisp wind blows, making the leaves sway, The leaves rustle and then scatter away. Fall has so many things to see, and bright colours too, So go out and see them whenever you want and you'll always have something to do! Getting Away by Alyssa Z. (aged 11) I sit here alone Until I think someone is following me So, I run, run, as fast as I can Until I am alone again. Rock & Roll by Emily Crothchet (aged 11) I turn on my radio and listen to the music. That bass guitar pounds into my head As I jump up and down on my four-poster bed. I turn on my radio and listen to the music. That jazz and blues swings into my head As I rock upon my four-poster bed. I turn on my radio and listen to the music. That soft slow music slides into my head As I sway upon my four- poster bed. I turn on my radio and listen to the music. That calm nature music swims into my head As I doze off on my four-poster bed. I turn on my radio and listen to the music. That quick rap stamps into my head As I roll upon my four-poster bed. I turn on my radio and listen to the favourite. That bass guitar pounds into my head As I think on my four-poster bed, 'I love my rock music.' Originals by Allie Myers (aged 11) can't you see, just you and me, originals are we. not cool, don't smoke, drinking our coke, jumping in the pool. OF COURSE WE ARE COOL, it is the ones who doubt us, they don't even think about us, scream and shout at us. they think we are acting like nerds, they are so absurd! don't doubt us, just think about us. there are very few on this earth, originals I mean. so what is it going to be? stay you, or become me. think about it. My Island by Rebecca Price (aged 10) My island is hot all year round The trees sway from side to side The trees bring the beach shade. The pools get glittering reflections from the sun Everyone loves to swim in the pools. Every day the sun shines bright on the island and people get brown. The sea is for surfers or swimmers So make your choice and head to the beach. My island is cool, it's sweet And shiny It's the best place to pick. My Nanny by Jannah Norman (aged 9) My Nanny's a special person, Not famous like some. But she's my mammy's mammy And my mammy calls her mum. Chess (A Pawns eye view) by Sophie (aged 10) As the bishop makes his move; The horse fills his space with a galloping hoof, Then the Queen steps, 1,2,3, The King is attacked - yet the Pawn set free. Suddenly, a Queen in white walks up the stairs of a black rook, So the bishop finds a funeral prayer in his book. Little Pawn Lily, the Queens daughter, sheds a tear, Reality has shown her greatest fear. The forlorn Horse moves a few steps forward, In front, on the battle-field, a Queen, it's a hazard! Yet if she murders the Royal steed, who is protected, She herself (by the Rook) will be rejected. The Knight of Deceit decides to entice, A bishop makes a bad sacrifice, The Black Queen changes square from black to white, Giving the White King a terrible fright. Now the whites have no ruler, it's a terrible state, For the noble black horse has committed Check-mate. My Dad by Candice Edwards (aged 8) My father is my important man, And I am his number one fan. He's funny, big and very strong, He teaches me the right from wrong. He can cook, clean and he's always there And all the time I know he cares. He wipes my tears when I'm sad, He's nice and kind and he's my dad. The Bully by Fay Marsh (aged 10) Kicking, Punching, Verbally. These are his ways of hurting me. Why he does it no one knows… Why? Unseen Colours by Ruth O'Connell Brown (aged 10) I asked the child who could not see, What all colour was like to she. ''Oh gold a thing soft, warm and kind, While black is like a sleeping mind. Blue is like a rushing waterfall And pink the sound of the sweet thrush's call Now at last, now finally, My favourite, green, the salty smell of the crashing sea.'' What If? by Naomi Iredale (aged 9) If I was a bird, I'd fly in the sky. If I was a butterfly, I'd flutter on by. If I was a dog, I'd bark all night. If I was a moth, I'd watch out for a light. But I like being me! It's all the same. No matter what. Alive by Jack (aged 9) Children running to and fro, Eating fruit as they go, Football's fly across the sky, As the parent's say goodbye Children counting 1 to 5 As the playground's come alive My Cat Dies by Tariq (Year 5) I felt no fur hugs from my cat fuzz. I cried like rain drops falling in my eyes. It's like life is every day miserable. I feel as bored as a baby sitting in a huge buggy. I felt bored as a robot who had a shock. I felt my heart was pumping like wind. Bell by Vicky Pofret (aged 8) In our playground at break times there is laughter, skipping and boys playing football I look forward to the bell ringing because that means fun. Dad's Gone Away by James (Year 5) My face frowned like gravity was growing on my face. My head spun like a spinning top. There's butterflies in my stomach like I am jumping off a cliff. Tears ran down my face like jumping toads. My nose was as red as Rudolph's red nose. Playground by Maria Ayrey (aged 9) People playing in the playground. And there were children running around. There were girls and boys eating. And some of the girls were skipping. The leaves on the ground Did not help the boys who were playing football. Playground by Thomas Stockbridge (aged 8) Children chilling Children's gangs Children punching, punching, punching Today, hooray it's playtime Children thumping Children bumping Children jumping, jumping, jumping Today, hooray it's playtime Children banging Children crashing Children bashing, bashing, bashing Today, hooray its PLAYTIME! Anger by Krystal (aged 9) I'm boiling like a kettle. Bursting like a balloon I feel like punching a door I can take it no more. Fearful as thunder. Flashing like lightning I can take it no more. My school gate is like an old creaky door. I can take it no more. I'm boiling, I'm bursting I'm punching the door. I can't take it anymore so I shut the door. A Dad Song by Jack (aged 9) My face falls down like a block of bricks. I'm as boring as a ball I'm as boring as a door. I'm ugly as a bin bag. I'm as sad as a black cloud pouring down with rain. My face frowns like a sad dog. Me and mum cry as dad leaves the house. Battle Lost by Cathy Verbyla (aged 11) (A dedication to my best friend's father who meant the most to my town and was the greatest band teacher anyone will ever remember. But he lost his battle against cancer not to long ago...) God saw he was getting tired And a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around him And whispered "Come with me." With tear filled eyes we watched him suffer And fade away. Although we loved him deeply We could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard-working hands laid to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best... His memory shall remain in our hearts Forever. Winter by Celene (aged 11) The sun is shining bright, though it is getting very cold, the summer theme was starting to get old time to put on your winter jacket go outside if you can hack it Helpless by Caeli Veronica Smith (aged 10) the green fur and crushed velvet the blanket from the beginning. unhappy wretched people with loose skin fumble toward it, with dry , cracked mud holding their necks to their heads bare eye sockets veins tired, they collapse onto it hugging the edges. it strangles them and their memories ebb away slowly, until they don't exist and only a fragrance remains. Clouds by Megan (aged 11) One day I was walking by and I looked up and saw clouds in the sky. I saw a bunny hopping through it was hopping while the wind blew. Then I saw a horse ride by, it looked down and then said, Hi. That might have been my imagination. Besides, clouds are only condensation! Haiku by Jessica Casias (aged 12) Man stands by river Smoke rushing to the top hill Fog over the lake. Soar Haiku by Tyler Kodra (aged 12) I soar in the sky. I glimmer in your dark mind. I fly to be free Run by Amy Harris (aged 10) If I could run I would go somewhere else but here I could go somewhere far away But if I had a friend like you I would definitely stay What Are You ? by Kim Wood (aged 12) What are you, a bee? Buzzing around, chattering I think that's neither you or me. What are you, a monkey? Jumping around, Look at me, Look at me I think that's neither you or me. What are you, a butterfly? Flying around fussily I think that's neither you or me . What are you, a tropical parrot? Gossiping about each other in your tree I think that's neither you or me. But what I think I am is a bug Small but clever and shy I think most people are That's I Poetry Book by Allie Oh, dear! I misplaced my book, Oh, dear! It was so special, I could not go anywhere without my book. My poetry book it is, that is so special to me, for now I feel empty, I need to jot down this poem. So I hope my prized possession shows up soon. For that I need you. You are like a best friend, my only friend, indeed. I wish I had my smooth poetry book, I need a friend now, yes, indeed! Flowers Haiku by Chelsea Ermer (aged 12) Flowers are open To the hummingbird's long beak It's his time to eat. Trees by Brittany Goodrick (aged 12) Trees sway in the night. Tall, dark trees wisp in the air Waiting for the light. Future by Derek Johnston (aged 12) Mountains in the mist They look as if far away. I see my future. Rainbows by Kassandra Case (aged 12) Rainbows in water Going faster every time It is wonderful. What is Green? by Anastasia Koronos (aged 9) Green is grass and trees Green is joyful Green is the colour you see everyday. Green is the colour of summer, spring and fall Green is happy bright and nice Green is a beautiful colour to look at. Green is a very nice colour to draw with Green brings life and joy to the world When leaves are changing there is only a little bit of beautiful green ones left Green is good for you, like cabbage, celery, broccoli and a green apples Green keeps you warm, like sweaters, jeans, t-shirts and coats Green is a very beautiful colour Poems by Rita Leavitt (aged 12) Poems are such fun to read They are kind and sweet, too First they start out as a seed And then grow into two Lastly they grow into a flower But there is a difference between a poem and a flower A flower dies A poem lives forever The Water Dance by Anya Lewis-Meeks (aged 8) As the sun sets, the water Dance begins. As the sun turns the clouds pink and purple, its yellow fingers leave a mark, on the horizon. The water turns slightly green as the water dance begins. The water is calm, and then it bubbles up in a rage no one can stop. Whoosh! Whoosh! The water dance ends, in a calmness no one can stop. Guess Who? by Sarah Cox (aged 10) Very grumpy, Back bumpy. Some white, Tall height Frothy mouth, Travel South. Some ginger, Often linger. Traveled far, Saw star. They're mammals, They're camels! Penguin by Francesca Oxley Shaw (aged 9) The penguin cannot fly. It cannot speek to us Or dance. The penguin cannot bungee-jump But Inside their beak is a fisherman's rod Inside their wings is a half-built plane Inside their eyes is a curious explorer's binoculars Inside their feet are two big broad stands On which they waddle their whole life through. I Am the Dream by Marnecia S Hall (aged 9) I am the dream; I am an African American girl, holding the hands of Puerto Rican, white, and Italian boys and girls. We play together, laugh together, and cry together. Thanks to you Dr. King, we also can eat together. I am the dream that you had many years ago, I am going places that no other African American in your day could go. I am the dream, living in Italy and singing the song free at last in my fourth grade music class, with children from around the globe who couldn't care less about my color code. I am the dream of the many people who were killed because of their brown skin. I am the dream that your heart was in. I am the dream, your dream Dr. King. Centipede's Shoe Laces by Jessica Walters (aged 9) Have you ever wondered how A centipede ties all those shoe laces? Do they have races To see who's laces will be done up first? Do some try to cheat With a 'tie 'a' shoe lace' curse? And did one sly cheater Invent a machine called the tie'o'thon, Which tied his laces in half as long And made him win the tying marathon With a machine like that he'd never lose? Well it's not that much of a mystery you see, 'Cos centipedes wear slip-on shoes! Owl by Katie and Aaron (aged 6 and 7) On the branch you sit What lovely wings you have Lots of feathers, too Mrs Jackson by Lauren Crossley and Joseph Horsfall (aged 7) Marvellous Rebecca Super teacher Jolly Angry sometimes Cool and great Kind Special Old (only 27!) Nagging and nice Winged Magic by Michael Katica (aged 9) You have enormous, delicate, pink, chocolate wings. You smoothly whisper sweet music in the gardens. some would say you flood life with white purple honey, You never feel the pain, You spray sweet water into the mind of winter, You play under a cool shadow, You're just a moment of rain, You're a candy butterfly. Cute Little Animals by Kevin Fentress (aged 10) I like alligators, they're not so bad, so they bite off your leg - that's just a fad. If they bite off your arm, it's really quite kind - for who needs two arms - you still have your mind. Poisonous snakes, they're great friends of mine, I have two or three, or maybe it's nine. If one suffocates you, it's really okay, you see all they wanted was to ask you to play. And as for sharks, they're actually nice, They get rid of pests, both people and mice. They're truly sweet beasts, but they get a bad rap, I've got one at home, he's a wonderful chap! The Bee and the Butterfly by Bevin Baughn (aged 9) "Hi!" said the caterpillar to the bee. "Won't you come play with me?" "I can't play with you," said the bee, "You can't even keep up with me." The caterpillar hung her head, Then had cookies and milk and went to bed. The spring weeks moved really fast, And the sweet caterpillar was a bug of the past. Her now beautiful wings ready for flight, So she looked for the bee so he could see quite a sight. The bee asked, "Would you like to play?" And the colorful caterpillar said, "Not today." So don't judge a bug by what you see. You never know what they might grow up to be! The Whispering Tree by Natalia Viteri (aged 8) Beautiful whispering tree standing still with nothing to say, just whispering in the wind trying to say a warning or a sign. Whispering tree take your place in life stand tall and straight while I wait for you. Shine in the sun as bright as you can for when I approach you, you will whisper in the wind gently and peacefully in the wind. When your life is over your babies will rise. midnight sky by Christopher Morgan (aged 10) midnight sky very peaceful clouds floating by the moonlit sky midnight sky very peaceful jet black darkness fills the air midnight sky very peaceful the moon standing out from all the clouds midnight sky very peaceful the moon in the air with out any cares. Beach Haiku by Shilene Norris (aged 12) The sugar white beach Edged with electric blue waves Lies untouched and smooth. Waiting by Anayah King (aged 12) Saffron flowers sit Like amethysts waiting For the sweet, spring rain. The Windmill at Burnham Overy by Jamie Males (aged 10) The windmill stands stolidly, His great sails like arms are outstretched over his black gleaming body, A great white head boasts a huge fantail That creaks and shudders in freezing winds Skylarks swoop around it singing their playful tunes A line of windows on the mill is struck by hard rain. Looming tall over open land Lakes and marshes are seen from the top of the windmill Fields and villages are tiny compared to this beautiful shimmering torso, Open skies with calls of herons and mallards seem to be moving with birds, Low freshwater drains rustle around with reeds near the mill Kinks in the brickwork look like tiny holes in a giant jam jar Sky and sea meet on the horizon where a beaming sun calls goodnight to his guard the mill fast asleep. Will by Youssef Benchouaf (aged 10) With my will I vow success with that I will not perish. With my will I'll keep my life and that I'll always cherish. My will will keep my friends always bound safe with love. My will will summon something great; a light from above. If I keep my will my soul will never go away. If I keep my will I will be happy every day. On the Go by Cassandra Ahlgrim (aged 10) I was on the go But I didn't know where and I didn't know how But I was on the go Was it to eat? Was it to play? I didn't know But I was on the GO!! Snow by Erin Hattler (aged 10) Crrrunch slip slap the fluffy snow makes wonderful sounds biff bam boof bam crash Only I disturb the stillness in the air. Mika by Elizabeth (aged 12) There are things in life We don't get to choose It's not like If we win or loose It's similar to If you pass on by Or in other words Live or die Some of us are lucky And get to live long But some are not And sing a short song Sometimes it's good Other times it's bad Maybe they got sick Of they just went mad Mika sang a short song But all of it was good She tried her hardest And never said could She was always happy And the smile she kept Until she finished the song And we all wept Mika loved everything That was in her sight When she played tennis She played with all her might She tried her hardest In everything she did But her song was over When she was just a kid Even though the song she sang Was done It was not the end We will always be with you having fun Mika may be gone to some But those some are wrong All of us will hum a tune The tune that Mika sung Invasion of Thoughts by Naafiah Saleem (aged 12) My troubled mind is cleared, Sad memories don't roam anymore! Natures clear pictures invade at once, And so, into the gardens I go. The little squirrels scamper here and there. The rose beds full of flowers. The apples are all over the bough, Not a single tree, hung with snow! The busy bees all heaped with work, Not a single face has a smirk. Everyone's happy in the plant and animal worlds, Why can't it be the same with us? Why do we ask for a wide red river, Full of tears, hatred and blood? Bonfire Night by Kieren H, Lauren B, Kieren S and Julie H (Year 3) Rockets flying in the sky, Fires going really high, Fireworks banging all around, Sparklers twirling round and round. Children freezing, it's a dark cold night, Fireworks zooming out of sight. Catherine wheels spinning red and blue, I enjoyed that fireworks night with you! The City by Josh Lowe (aged 12) A thousand screaming car engines join in chorus An unholy, mechanized cock crow Heralding the pale, weeping sun's coughing advance Over the distant office blocks Oppressed workers, pale shadows of the not-quite dead working class, Drag on to another day at work, Slaves under the iron claw of the pay check, Working to build an empire promised by commercialism, An empire that has already fallen The Poem That Never Ends by Rosangel Lugo (aged 8) I found a shell on the beach, it looks like a feather but it is not. I found a shell on the beach it looks like a frog but it is not. I found a shell on the beach it looks like a dragonfly but it is not. I found a shell on the beach it looks like a tree but it is not. I found a shell on the beach..... A Hard Sharp Pinecone by Dan Greaney (aged 9) A hard sharp pinecone, A tree with no trunk, A rotten egg with nothing inside, Little snakes on its head, A punk with a green Mohawk, A boy with a brown bumpy head, Seaweed being pushed against the sand, A girl with long green stiff hair, A fat peanut being eaten, A head with no body (Answer - a pineapple) Fireworks by Rebekah Collings (aged 8) Fireworks zoom up into the sky. Incredible colours like, blue Running up into the night. Exploding from the ground, Whizzing and twirling in the air, Ovals and squares all shapes. Rockets shoot up into the sky, Kingly colours sparkling, Spinning fast PUMPKINS PUMPKINS PUMPKINS by Lewis, Denzel, Jake, Ben, Sian and Sheriece They have scary faces. They sit on windows. They have yellow bodies PUMPKINS PUMPKINS PUMPKINS They shine brightly. They spook trick or treaters. They have triangle-shaped eyes. PUMPKINS PUMPKINS PUMPKINS They have spherical bodies. They surround your walls. They make great soups. PUMPKINS PUMPKINS PUMPKINS They grow lots of roots. They smell good in pies. They grow underground. PUMPKINS PUMPKINS PUMPKINS The Bully by Lauren Slater (aged 11) Around the corner, the bully stood, Waiting for me there. He had no sympathy, nothing at all, While he was waiting there. When he passed me on the way to school, I began to sob, My big brother came with me As I tried to avoid the yob. That afternoon coming home I knew he would be there. I didn't know what to do, But now I didn't care. My big brother was with me, He would sort him out. We saw him round the corner, And my brother gave him a clout! Thanks big brother for sorting him out! The Princess of the Moon and Stars by Alice Margetson (aged 9) Tonight I will be made Princess of the Moon and Stars I'll have a moon shaped tiara, I'll have a throne made of gold. Tonight I will be made Princess of the Moon and Stars Everything is shaped like a star or moon, Everything is gold, orange, white or silver, And I will live in a silvery blue castle, Tonight I will be made Princess of the Moon and Stars, The Moon and Stars, The Moon and Stars. My Lunch Is Buzzing by Caridad (aged 11) My lunch is Buzz, Buzz, Buzzing, I'm afraid to look inside. It's really Buzz, Buzz, Buzzing Pass the insecticide! Fall by Flor Orellana Leaves, leaves everywhere Raking, Playing or Reading, Do you like Autumn? If You Give Me Time I Can... by Robert S (Year 4) In one second I can rip the paper to its skin and throw it in the bin. In one minute I can write, fly a kite and have a delicious bite of a chocolate cake. In one hour I can shoot a puck in the net and feed an ugly duck. In one day I can walk up a steep hill and go to sleep. Why by Kayla (aged 12) the black of night, the blue of sky, the green of grass, I wonder why. must we treat others not the same does color matter some thoughts are vain why can't we live the right way why can't we love everyday? Hear by Sally Boyer I hear the moonlight I hear the fox creep I hear the stars twinkle in the sky I hear the river flow I hear the waterfall fall I hear the grass refuel I hear the trees blow I hear the wind whistle I hear the sound of a bird sleeping I hear the sound of an owl's hoot I hear not a single sound. Multi-coloured by Sarah Trenfield (aged 9) Yellow is the sun, shining upon us Blue is the coldness in the frosty winter Red is the anger that builds up in our mind Green is the grass covered with dew Orange is the sandy deserts waiting to be trampled by camels Black is the darkness at night with shining stars looking upon us White is the crisp snow that makes us shiver in winter Grey is the colour of the fluffy clouds, waiting to drop the heavy rain I Like 8 by Adam I like 8 packets of crisps I like 8 honey sandwiches but most of all I like my 8th birthday. Inhaling the World by Hope Farmer (aged 12) Swiftly and steadily I climb With all my might I push to the top. And when I reach the highest point It is then that I will stop and breathe. Take in all that surrounds me. Silently, My glittering eyes shift slowly Across a busy world that is hushed As the shadow of glowing lights Descents upon the ground And all that emerges from it. As my mind rests Nothing comes to me but through my breathing' Which is not trying to make sense of anything But allowing God and his creations whisper the story. And I do not climb back down afterwards, But leap into this world Which I now know. And as I fly down, I think of nothing And I never want to reach the bottom. As I finally do, My feet land strongly and without sound. I can take on this world Which I now understand. The World by Pippa Johnson (aged 8) How can we thank the world And feel the full warmth of her touch? You have to do it in your heart And it isn't very much. As I'm walking down the street Making noises with my feet I'm thinking of the world, too And every evening you could think How to make it a better place for you. I know! Respect England and throw your rubbish in the bin And when places are private don't kick up a din Because that's not what God made us to do, Pollute the world and make a hullabaloo. So look after the world and everything in it, Every hour of the day and every minute. Star by Amanda Trent (aged 11) Everyone knows who you are You will always be a star The way your eyes had that happy glitter You were never bitter You rock the boat And let it float Then you got on that plane It must have come from vain It had a big crash Everything was in ash Everyone knows who you are Even though you are far Dedicated to Aaliyah Haughton 1979-2001 Shipwreck by Oliver (aged 10) The bow of the ship sailed in the air Then crashed back down and sent the white horses fleeing. The blinding flashes lit up the sky Like a million fireworks going off at once. Then a deafening crunch roared over waves Like a lion howling in pain. The boat was sinking. Soon only the stern was left. Then, nothing. Just... A watery tomb I Am by Joshua Richmond (aged 9) I am the land which washes the sea. I am the land which pushes the tractor. I am the land which digs the man. I am the crops which grow the land. I am the lava which explodes the volcano. I am the leaf which rustles the wind. I am the plant which grows the seed. I am the earth which heats the sun. A Bubble Land Cat Dreams Of Dancing by Amy Spain (aged 9) A bubble land cat dreams of dancing in a plate of mashed potatoes in New Zealand. A bubble land cat dreams of dancing on the stage with blue. It dreams of dancing with Brian Moses in Calcutta. A bubble land cat dreams of dancing on a boat in Saudi Arabia. A bubble land cat dreams of dancing along the Thames with Will Young and Gareth Gates. A bubble land cat dreams of dancing on Concorde with Toni Blair. Dad's Beard by Sarah Trenfield (aged 9) In my Dad's beard You'll find old bits of jam, You'll find mouldy milkshake And dried up pieces of ham. You'll find lickings of liquorice, And suckings of stew, You'll find dribbles of doughnut And porridge like glue. You'll find mince pie with maggots, And rancid roast beef, For Dad dribbles his food Since he lost his teeth! Blue by Jordan Birt (aged 9) Blue is the loneliness in our hearts, Blue is the colour of the everlasting sky. Blue is the colour of the flowing sea. Blue is the colour for you and me. A Baked Bean Dreams of Playing by Lewis (aged 8) A baked bean dreams of playing Cribbage on a moon of pencil leads A baked bean dreams of playing Football on a saucer It dreams of playing Badminton on a train top It dreams of playing A flute in a bulldozer bucket And playing for England And dancing with Gareth Gates Autumn by Kate Ellen Wellock (aged 9) My auntie told me that she likes autumn best of all because the leaves shed their leaves then to the ground they fall. When she walks along the path the leaves rustle beneath her feet and she said to Alex and me, "That's a sound you cannot beat." She also told us when she was young of the hazelnuts she picked and how she'd knocked them off a branch with Grampy's old walking stick. But I think I know the real reason why she likes autumn best, you see for that is when the season starts for Ponty R.F.C. Me is My Name by Talia Strait Me is my name. Not her, not you. Just me. Not stereotypical. Not afraid to defy fashion laws. Just me. Not perfect. Not popular. Just me. Not you, not her. Just me. Me is my name. AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT! The Great Poem by Sophie W (aged 8) She is a soft secure chair. She is shining silver like a shining star by moonlight. She's a hot holiday in Portarica Her best time is 3.30 pm when school's out She's soft like cream She's a fast running tiger chasing her prey. She's a fast running stream. She's a bubbly fizzy cherryade Thank You (a poem for Mrs. Walter) by Rachel (aged 12) Words cannot explain what you mean to me All the opportunities you have let me see I will always think of you each night and each day Even when all the memories fade away I'm sure I'll never forget your laugh and your smile These are the memories I will know awhile One day you won't remember me But remember this line true That a girl will always think and hope the best for you Dark Night by Ashley .Y (aged 12) Stars above me, Oh, how bright they shine! The moon, A giant ball of white. Constellations stretch across the night sky, Orion, Gemini, Cancer and Aries, Are a few of the many. Oh, how lovely the night sky, Stretching as far as I can see. What is beyond the sky? What a wonderful sight a dark night is, to me! Darkness by Stephanie Amy Watson (aged 11) Dark Night Silent Sleeping Shhh! In the Closet! by Heidi & Erin (aged 12) There's an evol mokey in my closet It just stays there when I look at it But when I turned my back on it, It JUMPED OUT AND hugged me and kissed me and loved me for eva and eva. evol backwards is love The Poetry Zone by Emma Callister The Poetry Zone is very cool. It make all the other websites dull. Just have a look, At your poetry book, To get some inspiration. My Solar System by Dillon Shaw (aged 10) Yellow for the sun Big and hot Blue is for Earth We all live on it Green is for Venus Hottest of all nine Brown is for Mercury Closest to the sun Red is for Mars With only two moons Rust is for Jupiter The biggest of all nine Orange is for Saturn The biggest with a ring Turquoise is for Uranus With its fifteen moons Neptune is indigo Where we've never been Pluto is silver So cold and far away Black is for the black hole No one's ever been through White is for the Milky Way Full of mysteries Nebulae is new With its multiple colours Topsy-Turvy by Nayantara Jain (aged 9) Brush your milk and drink your teeth, Ground is up and sky beneath, From the sun the rain is dropping, Oldies screaming, babies hopping. Mice are strolling, dignified, Men are scuttling, side by side. Fierce lions in little pink prams, Naughty waiters eating hams. Topsy-Turvy, Topsy-Turvy, Smiles are straight and buildings curvy! Stinky Socks by Lauren & Nicola (aged 12) Stinky Socks slide through the house They even stop to scare a mouse But in the morning not a peep All they like to do is sleep Planets (Haiku) by Ivan Brown (aged 10) I want to live on Mars, Venus and Jupiter Which one should I choose? My Dad (Haiku) by James Stroebel (aged 10) My Dad in the house Sleeping peacefully in bed Snoring very loud Moving House by Stephanie Amy Watson (aged 11) Moving house my sister and me, is scary for her but not for me. Moving house into a new street, is great if you like new friends to meet. Moving house means a new school, all my stuff is really cool. Moving house means a new start, my sister always plays the part. Moving house my new room is pink, it's really big but great to think. Moving house my sister and me, is scary for her but not for me. My Dad by Sarah (aged 12) My Dad is... Good cook, Lots of looks, Stern teacher, Weather beater, Fun friend, Lots to mend, Outing taker, Bubble maker, Gum chewer, Sock loser, Tear dryer, Mess sigher, Best of all, Loves us all. That's my Dad. Would you like to zoom back to the top?