Colonel Cold by
Laura Lewis Alvarado (aged 8)
Listen to the thrashing
spears of ice, landing on the
wet damp muddy floor.
Listen to the soldiers whispering to each other,
Colonel Cold came last night.
Listen to the cries of pain, from men we may never see
again.
Listen to the waves of rain and icicles, getting
caught in meters of barbed wire.
Listen to the distant sound of family in your head.
Listen to that emotional cry, when you kissed your
wife and children goodbye…
And some forever.
What
Will the Future Hold? by Kasmeen
Khaira (aged 12)
I wonder what the future holds
Will there be cars flying or houses floating?
Will the sky still be blue?
Will we be wearing different clothes and different shoes?
Or will it be the same old day as it is everyday?
Pieces
of a Puzzle by Kara Silva (aged
12)
Words are like pieces
of a puzzle.
Once you put the right pieces together
It creates one beautiful picture.
My
Room by Melissa (aged 12)
I
can't
even
find
words
to describe
my room!!!!
Website
by Katherine (aged 10)
I love your website.
It's the best in town.
When me and my friends look at it
We do not frown.
I love to read poems, especially from your site.
If someone decided to cancel it, I would bite.
My favorite poems are very good.
I'm wearing a jacket with a hood.
I wish that your website stayed the same,
If it changed, that would be a shame.
I love to type in your website,
But that is not a fright.
Because my school website recommended it to me.
When I go to your website,
I feel special inside.
Thank you for giving me a place to hide.
The
Ocean by Taylor Poor (aged 12)
The beauty of its majesty
I cannot comprehend
The waves splashing on my feet
Seem to never end
Although I can only see the horizon
I know there's so much more
There are so many unique seashells
Along the ocean shore
Walking in the brown sand
My feet feel so free
So why can't I walk along it
Without having to worry
The beer bottles cut my feet
I do not understand
Why people have to litter
And ruin this perfect sand
The soda rings are choking the fish
They're dying from aluminum cans
So I think stopping pollution
I something we must demand
I think it's time we take a stand
So tell your brother and your wife
It's not so hard to find a trash can
If it means saving a life
My
Mom's Garden by CaryAnn Fly
(aged 11)
My mom's garden
is beautiful.
The plants,
heavy with flowers,
attract butterflies
and bees of all kinds.
My mom's garden
fills the air
with a lovely scent.
And sometimes I go around
smelling each plant,
eating some honeysuckle.
My mom's garden
is filled
with life
and love.
Ashley
Bishop by Ashley Bishop (aged 11)
A shley
S trums his guitar
H as fun
L arking around
E ating chips
Y apping all day
B ig on wolves
I s
S impsons crazy
H ating homework
O n Saturdays
P laystation mad
As
I Lay in the Grass by Kassandra
Crum (aged 12)
As I lay in the grass,
I look up into the turquoise sky,
Which is pale to the west,
And dark towards the east.
As I lay in the grass,
Above me stands an oak tree,
Its branches and leaves sway in the gentle breeze,
And this tree is home to birds and other small creatures.
As I lay in the grass,
Above that oak tree are the clouds,
Those clouds float away in the sky as it grows darker,
And have such vivid colors upon them.
As I lay in the grass,
The sky has reached its midnight blue,
The oak tree is no longer dancing in the wind,
And the clouds have introduced the stars to this wonderous night.
The
Dark Evil Vampire by Tom Edgley (aged 12)
He is as red as dripping
human blood,
He is the sly evil winter,
He is an old rotting coffin,
He is the storm,
He is as sharp as his own fangs,
He is a dark and graffitied gravestone,
He is the dark underworld,
He is fresh human flesh.
The
Mark by Holly-Rose K (aged 12)
Do I dare to see my mark?
I know it's dangerous - like a shark.
The thoughts of it being bad
go round in my mind,
they make me mad.
What if it's D
or E
or maybe F?
I dare not look,
just in case.
Then again maybe I should
you never know
it might actually be good.
I open the page,
shut my eyes...
oh, it's such an age!
There it is -
A straight A
WOW!
Well, that's okay!!!!
Beard
by Holl Polly
I
am so sick
this ain't a trick
but now I feel weird
I might grow a fake beard -
Not
The
Sea by Lauren O' Mahoney (aged
9)
As fierce as a vampire
As blue as the sky
As deep as avolcano
As cold as ice
As salty as chips
As noisy as a lion's roar
Flower
by Paige (aged 11)
there was a flower
that got picked
and that was
The End
Too
Tall by Travis Davey (aged 11)
People say
How's the
Weather
When they
know I
Could throw
Them like
A feather
I hate my height
Too
Short by Michael Leander (aged
11)
I'm too short
I get mad
I think my growth
is just bad.
Other kids are so tall
I'm just way too small.
I hate my height
I'll probably die of fright.
That is why
I hate my height.
In
the Middle by Tyler Dennis (aged
11)
I am not tall and not
short
I'm intelligent but not a genius
I'm bad at
spelling and good at math
I'm in the
middle
and
that's
just how
I
Am
Sad
by Nuria Ferreira (aged 11)
If sad was a
color, it would be blue. It would be as blue as the ocean.
If sad was a taste it would taste like a Litmus Logened,
made with sadness
If sad was a feeling it would feel like someone you love just died.
If sad was a smell, it would smell like winter is just around the
corner.
If sad was a sound, it would sound like a dog whimpering.
Fireworks
by Timothy David Parry (aged
11)
Rockets,
As fast as a bullet,
Blasting up like a runner from his block,
Highlighting the sky as if there were a thousand stars.
Fountain fireworks,
Bursting into rainbow showers,
A miracle has been born.
Bonfire,
The wood pile is lit,
Guy Fawkes disappears behind an orange curtain,
The heat as intense as the sun.
Twinkle,
Twinkle by Sam Smith (aged 8)
Twinkle, twinkle
little star
Do you drive a motor car?
Is it red or is it black?
Will I see it on the track?
The Cool Rain by Jordan Lynn Mattingly
(aged 8)
The cool rain
Is sometimes
Sad
Because people
Do not like
Rain
The rain
Feels sad to them
It feels good to me
Because it feels like snowdrops
and I pick them up
Tum
Diddly Dum Dum Toot Toot! by
Franki Funky (aged 10)
Once I found
a willywobble
sitting in a tree
I stared and then I said, Hello
Guess what it said to me?
It said, Hello there, what's up? What's down?
You'll never guess what I've just found
Drinking though a straw are you
Tum diddly dum dum toot toot!
It got down and followed me
as I was winding through the trees
singing that awful tune
Tum diddly dum dum toot toot!
My brother said I was mad
This made me very sad
just because he couldn't see
what was annoying me
with that dreadful tune.
Tum diddly dum dum toot toot!
Table
by CaryAnn Fly (aged 11)
Mr Chair
loves
Mrs Table
They will be wed
Next month
Coaster
by Kenneth Jenks (aged 11)
Verooom
Wshhhh
Wshhhh
Verooom
Ahhhh
Weeee
Roller coasters are
fun and scary.
Endless
War by Neha Vatish (aged 11)
Wining is important
All the time
Right or wrong, I don't care
Guns are fired
Aiming for me
My heart is pounding
Endless war, I just can't take it any more
I
Used To... Victoria (aged 11)
I used to be in Kindergarten,
coloring and using glue.
But now I'm in Middle School, with lots of homework to do.
I used to be in first
grade, adding 2 plus 2.
But now I'm in Middle School, with more than one classroom.
I used to be in second
grade, with recess every day.
But now I'm in Middle School we do not get to play.
I used to be in third
grade, every Friday we got to play.
But now I'm in Middle School, well, what can I say?
I used to be in fourth
grade, trying not to get lost.
But now I'm in Middle School, high schooler's path
I will not cross.
I used to be in fifth
grade, being my own boss.
But now I'm in Middle School, all is not lost!
Making
Magic by Devon Conrad (aged 12)
To make magic
You don't need a wand
You don't need a spell
All you need is pen and paper
And you need a story to tell.
You don't need a dragon,
Nor a rabbit to pull from your hat.
You just need to write a poem
And that's the end of that.
Ten
Things to do with a Football by
Katie (Year 5)
You can roll it on the
ground
You can watch it go round and round!
You can throw it really far
OOPS... I GOT DAD'S CAR!
You can head it to your
friends
You can play it underwater in the River Thames!
You can bounce it on
the ground
It makes a big sound!
You can kick it very
high
OH NO... SPLAT in mum's pie!
Sour
Cherries by Spencer Hart (aged
10)
Sour cherries black
And beautiful in summer light
Dark and soft looking.
How
To Make a Perfect Bonfire Night by
Holly Rathband (aged 12)
First get a lot of excited children and put into the bowl
Secondly Simmer orange and yellow flames over low heat
Thirdly crack into the mix a few Catharine wheels and stir.
Fourthly add lots of sparkling sparklers
Fifthly whisk in loads of brightly coloured fireworks.
Finally bake in dry weather and a clear night sky.
THEN ENJOY
Boiling
An Egg by Jessica Walker (aged
8)
The egg I have chosen
is sandy brown
And lies in a pan like a stone in a stream.
The water begins to bubble and steam
And the egg bumps up and down.
From the bottom the bubbles rise and swell,
Like treasure seeking divers gasping for breath.
When the egg is done I shall break its shell,
And open it like a treasure chest.
Forest
of Shadows by Jonathan Christen
(aged 11)
The owl
flies through the night
Leaving a trail of endless fright.
The mouse hides and scurries away
But the owl finds it and ends its days.
The pinecone
falls and spreads its seed
A wind comes and drops the weed.
The seed is strong, becomes a tree, and finally,
The seed is free!
The star
shines a twinkle of bright
A cloud comes and stops the sight.
The cloud does not have the might
To shield the star's beautiful light.
Imagine
this poem is real to thee,
Though it is to you and me.
This poem is not of horror and fright,
It really is of beauty and light.
Scientific
Diasaster by Rhea Kuruvilla
(aged 10)
I was in the Science room,
Not doing what I was meant to do,
Then suddenly I heard - BOOM!
The next thing was - I was covered in goo!
I
Was New by Amber Smith (aged
10)
I was new in that town
I had no friends
I didn't have a bike
And I didn't know the trends
My first day at lunch
I had nowhere to sit
No one would talk to me
So I ate in the toilet
Two weeks later I still had no friends
The popular girl made sure of that
The only thing or person I could turn to
Was Hissi my cat
Now it's been fifteen years
I have a good career
I'm travelling the world
With my band called Disappear
I have lots of fans,
Friends and family
I wonder what has happened
To Miss Popularity.
My
Day Alone by Hannah Curtis (aged
8)
Mum and
dad had gone to work, so I was left alone,
"If ANYTHING goes wrong," they yelled, "then call
us on the phone."
And my
day alone begins:
It was
all going well but life was still a bore
then it got adventurous when I saw what I saw.
In the
hallway there was a snake that slithered across the floor.
And when I went into the lounge there was a bear behind the door.
Hiding
in the fridge there was a massive polar bear.
That growled at me when I began to stare.
I went
into the closet and rats all scrambled out
and bathing in the bin there was a pig with a muddy snout.
Then
I went upstairs there were bats hanging upside down,
I went into my room there was a frog that made me frown.
Then
bouncing on my parent's bed there were lots of kangaroos
and running up and down the garden there was a wolf wearing my shoes.
I went
into the bathroom, having a shower there was a skunk.
Then crawling down the toilet there was a snail with a trail of
gunk.
Then
I thought about what they'd said and ran to get the phone
but then I realized it didn't work
BECAUSE MUM AND DAD WERE HOME!
A
Poem about Poems by Melissa
Grounds (nearly 12)
poems
don't have to rhyme
all the time
poems can be really long,
or like a song
poems can be sooo short,
like this sort.
Freddy by Emma Stott (aged 11)
There was once a shy ghost called Freddy
Who tried to be brave, bold and steady
He wailed and moaned
Rattled and groaned
But he'd rather be at home with his teddy.
Ten Things Found in a Teacher's Bag by
Emily Thompson (aged 8)
A snotty hanky, all dried up.
An i-pod because she's really into music.
Her marbles because she's lost her mind.
A pen because she's lost her others.
A diary to tell her when her birthday is.
Stickers to give to the best pupils.
A mobile phone with funny pictures on.
A purse with the lottery winnings in it.
Head gel (in case she gets a headache.)
And last but not least Alfonso - to keep her company.
The
Writer of this Poem by Jamie
(aged 9)
The writer of this poem
Is as bold as a boxer
As quick as a cheetah
As colourful as a rainbow
As sporty as Kelly Homes
As cool as a D.J
As tall as an enormous giant
As bright as a computer
As strong as a three layered wall
As rich as a king
As handsome as a posh prince
As loud as a microphone
As friendly as can be
As loveable as a teddy bear
And he's made the poem flow
So in the end he's as good as gold
I
Am a Monkey by Michelle Carroll
(aged 9)
Tigers are red
Lions are blue
I am monkey
And you are too!
Haiku
by Devon Conrad (aged 12)
Why is it that most
Haiku are just called Haiku?
They deserve names too
Eating
My Dinner by Rebecca Briers
(aged nearly 12)
There I was eating my
dinner
All cold and burnt
Mums gone out!
Dad had to cook
He's burnt out the oven
Broken Mum's plates
Only two survived
What's Mum going to say??!!
The only thing edible are beans
Beans, beans, beans!
Miserable beans!
Still cold - oh great
Now my Dad's burnt out the microwave
He said he'll use the BBQ
But I screamed NO!
Hurry home Mum - for
my safety
In case blows up the house!
Random
Poem by Annabel Devall (aged 10)
Monkeys are red
Tigers are blue
I like hedgehogs
They like me too
The
Playground by Dionne (aged 9)
At home I cry
On the swings
I fly
I fly like a bird
At home I scream
On the slide
I dream
I dream like never before
At home I drink
On the climbing frame
I think
I think about what I've done
At home I run
On the roundabout
I have fun
I have fun like a six year old
At home I weep
On the bench
I read
I read the book of life
At home I mope
Out the gates
I hope
I hope next day will be different
I hope it really will.
I
Am by Amari Stokes (aged 11)
I am a thinker, a sister,
and a human being.
I wonder why my mother cries.
I hear the birds chirp by my side.
I see that I am a beautiful child of god.
I want to cure world hunger.
I am thinker, a sister, and a human being.
I pretend that I am perfect when everything is not.
I feel hurt when my father cries.
I touch the people by my side.
I worry about the people who care.
I cry when the world sieges war.
I am thinker, a sister, and a human being.
I understand people when others don't
I say that I am a giver from God.
I dream of world peace when it seems so real.
I try not to cry when loved ones die.
I hope that I can be the best that I can be.
I am thinker, a sister, and human being.
The Woman of Fire by Mara Balaban
(aged 11)
Once her smoke covers
the sun,
Her battle has surely forever been won.
Her eyes on fire, her gown ablaze,
Over the sky there's a spreading haze.
Her hair black smoke, her smile has flamed,
These embers can never be tamed.
When the Lady of Rain ends the drought,
And the Woman of Fire sees her last spark go out,
She hides in the flames of her far away home,
When the next drought comes, she'll be back to roam.
The
History of Slurping Beauty by
Rhea Kuruvilla (aged 10)
The King of St. Marty
Was throwing a grand party
Everyone was invited
Except for Fairy Always-Slighted
She really despised the queen
Slighted found out that she wasn't called
So she put a curse on the Queen's new-born -
"Doom, dum, dee, doup,
Make that beauty slurp her soup!"
The King who was aged
Was quite outraged.
Years went by.
The princess grew healthy and well,
Everybody forgot about the spell.
There was a royal banquet
Near Town Loop,
On the table lay a bowl of soup!
Everyone was chatting and talking,
Until they heard - SLURP, SLURP, SLURP!
And after that a little BURP!
All the guests just sat,
Nobody in Royal History
Ever forgot that!
Teacher Trouble by
Jasmine Bown (aged 9)
It's the end of term
The teachers' favourite time of year
They're finally rid of children!
It's time to shout & cheer!
They're taking out their sunhats
They're heading to the sea
Those good-for-nothing teachers
Are rid of you & me
But now it's time to go home
It's time to end the fun
Now they're horribly depressed
'Cos now September's come!
Chair
by Rhea Kuruvilla (aged 10)
The opposite of chair,
Is sitting on something,
With nothing there!
Unusual Pictures by Sophie Ambiguo
(aged 9)
Look at the clear sky
Smell the fresh salty seaweed
Hear the waves bubbling
Feel the sand burning
Feel a hard crispy coconut
Cool milk inside
Just
Sit and Watch by Jun Kai Boh
(aged 10)
Must we just sit and
watch doing what is right while others do wrong,
Doing our part but know we are among
The only few hundred people who stand up for conservation of our
Earth?
Those who have tried to do the three Rs since their birth?
The Earth will run out of raw materials, we won't have to wait long.
Wells are dry and air polluted.
Dust is blowing, trees uprooted.
Oil is going, fossil fuel exhausted
And the polluted sea receives what factories excreted.
Land is sinking, seas are rising.
Trees and animals are diminishing!
The ozone layer is depleting.
Save the Earth before it is too late.
Or keep sleeping until Mother Nature wakes up the next generation
in Hell.
The Nightmare by Kassandra Crum
(aged 12)
A blood curdling scream,
A wraithlike creature chasing you to no end,
Every step closer you take towards safety, seems like its even further
away,
You look back even though your conscience has told you not to,
You see a black shadow with ivory fangs that could cause as much
damage as daggers upon your skin,
You then have neither hope nor a way to get away from this monster
So you drop to the ground in pain and sorrow,
Each second the creature is another step closer,
The last step it takes is right in front of you,
It stares at you with its glowing crimson eyes,
As the monster grabs and lifts you by your shoulders, past memories
fly through your head because you know that this is soon
to be an end to your life,
The shadow clenches its claws as it punctures your skin,
You can hear your own heart beat for fear has prevailed over you,
The creature throws you to the ground,
You look up into its eyes,
You then close your eyes and when you open them again, you're in
your room with your heart beating fast and covered with sweat,
This was no ordinary dream, this was a nightmare!
Inside My Cousin's Kitbag by
Grace Latter (aged 11)
I would find a heap of
smelly socks
Inside my cousin's kitbag
I would unearth action figures in their box
Inside my cousin's kitbag
Is that photo of his girlfriend, or a popstar,
In my cousin's kitbag?
Oh, look at this broken weight-lifting bar
In my cousin's kitbag
He told me he threw this teddy-bear out
But it's in my cousin's kitbag
I'd better remind him, give him a shout -
"Hey! I found this in your kitbag!"
Oops, he's seen me fishing around
In his precious kitbag
I'd better run, leave it on the ground -
"Sorry about the kitbag!"
School
Report by Henry Bateman (aged
8)
Literacy, Maths, Science,
Geography and ICT
It's all in there, just you wait and see.
All in envelopes ready to take home
If it's bad or good there's no need to moan.
All waiting to be opened but I haven't yet
So I wrote a poem instead.
Best
Birthday Ever by Devon Conrad (aged 12)
Dedicated to little Ophelia Ann Marie
born exactly twelve years after me.
This birthday was extra special.
'Cos my cousin was born today too.
Shares my birthday but she's much more new.
Ophelia, born July 3,
Just a few days old, can't say a word.
She's so sweet and so cute
And lovable to boot!
I'd
Love To Be... by Kasey Stone
(aged12)
I'd love to be a superstar
and sign autographs,
I'd love to be a journalist and find the news stories,
I'd love to be a beautician and help people look beautiful,
I'd love to be a translator and work with languages,
But most of all I love to be me
The
Little Thing by Malcolm Bean
(aged 12)
There is a little thing
in my life
Oh, it changed me so much
This little thing stopped my wars and strife
It's wonderful, beautiful, always changing
People all except me are blue
You know what changed me
It's you
Haiku for Nelson Mandela by Kate
Worrall (aged 9)
Usually meeting
Others and impatient when
Some people are late
The
Place From Hell by Jack Heath
(aged 9)
The place from hell is our playground,
I'm an ant compared to its size,
It's two miles long and two miles wide
And there is no place to hide,
Because the kings have their troopers,
You are never safe,
They search and search for everyone,
Your bodyguard is your faith,
The teachers are having coffee in their own staff room,
They're too distracted by the taste,
They don't notice the doom,
When you're caught by the troopers,
You think of your life in the past,
You think of your happy moments,
And you think of them really fast,
They tell you to say your prayers out loud,
Just to make them laugh,
But when you get back up again,
They hit you with a staff,
You try to get away from them and avoid them all the time,
Your running and running everywhere,
Until the school bell chimes.
Haiku
for Nelson Mandela by Jack Whetton
(aged 9)
Porridge fresh fruit, milk
Tchaikovsky, Handel, sunset
Important and strong
The
Eyes by Scarlett Azura (aged 12)
Green and blue,
they're watching you.
looking into your body,
mind and soul.
Always watching
waiting for you to make a mistake.
A slip.
A trip.
That's all it takes.
Then they're upon you,
green and blue.
They're the eyes.
And they're watching you.
My
Pal by Miriam El Bayady (aged
8)
I have a pal named The
Book.
Its cover is colourful and bright
I like to read it in my bed at night
In The Book I find
stories
With elves, witches and fairies
And also in The Book
A story of Captain Cook
My pal is always there
I can read it anywhere
My
Dad's a Surfer by Shakeira Ward (aged 10)
When my dad surfs he is like
An ant on a blue hill,
running down the hill with incredible speed,
going through the white foam,
like he's riding galloping white horses.
He rides on to the shore,
the sand glistens golden in the sun.
And he goes for another wave.
What
Am I? by Sean (aged 8)
fast-runner
veg-eater
very-furry
long-legs
What am I?
Witches
Rot by Ami Reed (aged 10)
In the cauldron the witch has got
enough to make your liver rot
Into the pot goes four frogs legs,
five finger nails and two bad eggs.
It really smells as she's making her spells
This is the broth that she can sell
Besides these she puts in
six zombies and a baked beans tin
She takes it to a wizard
who throws in a lizard
They both decide it is ready to eat
Finally the mixture is complete!
After days of making this evil mix
the witch and the wizard, were both sick
No thanks to them, as we would say
but to a little word that we can all say...
WITCHES!
What Am I? by
Emily Thompson & Michael Latham Collins (aged 8)
I am Square -
I am like a widescreen T.V.
I am special
I help people
I have a ball attached to me
Ahhh! by Kalicia Fleury (aged 11)
Suzy is woozy,
Jack is back,
Marty is tardy,
And who is that?
That's Mr. Black.
Mr. Black has
a crush on
Miss Tack.
Miss Tack likes
Mr Black
But he doesn't know that!
So once again,
Suzy is woozy,
Jack is back,
Marty is tardy,
And that's
Mr Black.
The
Moon by Brogan Smith (aged 8)
The moon is big, the
moon is white
It shines down below in the night
The stars are its friends, the black sky its bed
The moon makes the night
And sends us to bed
Lingaty
Tang by Matthew Haywood (aged
12)
Sir Lingaty Lang was quite a clang
He always made quite a bang
Prince Rang-a-Tang always ran
He never ever gave a dam.
King Wonky Tang always ran
Coz he knew Sir Lingaty Lang
Mum! by
Amanda (aged 10)
kiss giver
cool tryer
child lover
stuff buyer
homework helper
nice cooker
hug wanter
good looker
dog hater
tv hogger
bedroom moaner
dad snogger
can be nice
can be meaner
advice giver
dish cleaner
hard worker
attention needer
terrible singer
book reader
What
Am I? by Matthew Spencer (aged 8)
I am tasty,
I steal things,
I am between buns
What am I?
answer: a burger-lar
Delicate
by Hannah (aged 11)
I am a chip of wood
so delicate, so delicate
If you put your hands on me be careful
I used to be a big tall tree
but now I am just a shrimpy chip of wood
in a pile of mulch
I miss my brothers and sisters
I wish they were here with me
A chip of wood
so delicate, so delicate
Edgar
by Georgia Roberts (aged 8)
There once was a soldier
called Edgar,
When wanted was always in bed Sir,
One morning at one,
Someone fired a gun,
And Edgar in bed Sir was dead Sir!
Tsunami
Haiku by Millie Lake and Brogan
Gollop (aged 9)
Running away, where?
All cold and homeless, help me!
Down, down, down drowning!
Destruction was here,
no one was safe, all homes spoilt!
People killed, why here?
Creating damage,
to homes, land, people and lives!
How did I survive?
Painting
by Alex Williams (aged 10)
A picture is like a story,
You can create images,
You don't need words,
It is what you feel.
Painting is your passion,
You let your emotions help you paint,
Your emotions are the paint on your brush,
So paint what you feel.
Your painting can be
anything you like,
Without your feelings you can't paint,
Don't paint with your mind paint with emotions,
Then you get a masterpiece.
What
Am I? by Emily Thompson and
Laura Smith (aged 8)
I am skinny,
I can be any colour,
I can be sharp or blunt,
I can be small or long.
What am I???
answer:
a pencil
Bird
by Callum (aged 10)
Cute Singer
Sweet Tweeter
Cat Hater
Sky Lover
Wing Flapper
Nest Dweller
Egg Warmer
Worm Eater
Wind Slicer
Air Glider.
Tarantula
by Ricky (aged 10)
leg monster
deadly biter
bird cruncher
quick striker
creepy crawler
ultimate killer
water drowner
poison filler
nasty murderer
great reacher
dark hider
horrible creature
Grave
Poems by James Lavelle (aged
10)
Here lies the body of
a friend of mine
He used a snake as a fishing line
Here lies the body of
Percy Peru
He ate a lace off a vagrant's shoe
Here lies the body of
Mr Grumpy
He got a life sentence for pushing Humpty Dumpty
What
I Sea by Westney Rhind (aged 11)
Waves crashing
Fish diving
A crab is hunting
Its dinner:
But the sea is still in charge.
Winter
by Ryan (aged 10)
Lake freezer,
Blizzard drifter,
Hail hammerer,
Animal hibernator
Snowball fighter,
Tree stripper,
Freezing shiverer,
Wind howler.
The
Cold Snow by David Payne (aged
10)
The cold snowflakes
Brush against my skin
The white snow panthers
Creep by.
They hide in the bushes
Waiting to strike
The Yeti cries
I'm getting outta here in a flash
I jump on my snowboard
And then I'm gone
So the yeti slowly goes back to his rock
Thinking - I will get you one day
St.Lucia
by James Rapson (aged 9)
Sunbathing on the soft white sand
Tremendous turquoise blue sea
Lovely luxurious hotels dot the landscape
Unique green parrot - a real treasure
Coconut trees offering you shade
Irresistible fruits on the market stalls
An awesome place to be
Mum
by Rhiarna (aged 10)
Boyfriend lover
Tight cuddler
Money spender
Bed tucker
Excellent cooker
Wonderful gardener
Trouble carer
Cheery smiler
House tidier
Wound healer
Nit picker
Car driver
Tea drinker
Fag needer
Hard worker
Homework helper
Toilet cleaner
There's Happiness Everywhere I Look
by Matilda Rose Everiss (aged 8)
There's happiness everywhere I look
Nobody shouting at each other, just laughing
Nobody walking off in a mood, just talking
Nobody without someone to play with or to talk to
Just everyone together
There's happiness everywhere
I look
Babies playing in their buggy
Children singing and laughing
Mums and dads helping their children
Just everyone together
There's happiness everywhere I look
The birds are singing and chattering
The rabbits hopping and running
The cows munching happily
The squirrel scattering on the branches
Just everyone together
Just everyone together
I love the world
Ryan Reardon by Drae (aged 10)
Slow runner
Bike rider
Quiz master
Football striker
Head shaver
Adult cheeker
Hammer supporter
TV watcher
Pizza eater
Dog lover
The
Seasons We Like
by Jordan Peleshock (aged 8)
& Hannah Constable (aged 9)
I like summer because…
Summer is very hot.
Unlucky people's ice-creams melt.
Mums settle down for a nap on the beach.
Mad men wear no tops!
Eager kids jump in the sea.
Red hot sea can be nice in summer.
Well I like spring because…
Spring is just the right
temperature.
Pretty flowers start to bloom.
Racing rabbits run across the field.
I like the way the birds sing.
New lambs are born.
Grass becomes green again.
whizz
me back to the top, please
