The Treasure Chest The pick of the best poems from July - December 2004 One Thing Means Another In a Set of Haikus by Devon Conrad (aged 11) Flowing all around Rushing past so rapidly This is the water. Flies past in a breeze Gusts make it so hard to walk This of course is wind. The above haikus Both describe one other thing- They describe life too. The Best by Zayda Janiak (aged 9) On a cold day, on a Winters dawn, all will come and thank the Sun. The beauty of life, the thunder and the lightning, all will come to see the wonder of each other. Because out of it all, we are the best, the best, the best. All is alive we know, the trees, bushes and the snow. But the best, the best is us. None alike, but all God's children. We all know, yes, we all know. We are unique each and every one of us, even on a hot Summer's day, we all know, yes, we all know. Family Love by Anna Langman (aged 8) I love my mum I love my dad And my sister too They love me I'm pleased to say And all the things we do We go to the park And have a lark We play on all the swings Now it's time to go So now I'm low "Can we do some other things?" Happiness by Poppy Jeffery (aged 9) Happiness is bright like a sun setting over the hills. Happiness smells like melting chocolate on a cold winter's day. Happiness is ready to take over. Happiness is an apple but it can go bad. Happiness feels like a small newborn kitten. Happiness lives in your heart. It's Real and That's Our World by Kelly Sharp (aged 10) Waves of Regret, It's Real. Waves of Anger, It's Real. Waves that crush the soul, It's Real. And That's our world. Flowers of Hope, It's Real. Flowers of Grace, It's Real. Flowers of Magical times, It's Real. And That's our world. We hope then not. We fly then fall. We live then die. It's our world I love it. Sometimes by Hannah B (aged 11) Sometimes, when a flower rises up from the dried, rotting grounds of human incompetence someone will smile Sometimes, when stars break through the barrier of life and death, scarred and burned from over use, someone will smile Sometimes, when water is drunk, from dry, cracked, thirsty lips someone will smile Sometimes, when a small child cries, his tears will water the earth, and a flower will rise up from the dried ground The child cries for ever human death, this child cries too much Inspiration by Tanisha Osborne (aged 10) Books are exciting, surprising and sad. Books can put you in a bind and make you sit on the edge of your seat. Books can take you on a journey far and wide to places you have never seen. Books can take you and put you in the author's shoes and make you feel what the book is about. Books can teach us how to read, write, and spell. So sit down, grab a book, and jump into the adventure that awaits you! Silly Clowns by Sommer Kunkle (aged 9) Silly clowns They don't make frowns They like balloons And they sing tunes Some People by Chalaina (aged 11) Some things never change Some people always dance Some people know what's right from wrong Some people doubt Some people always care Some people always have attention Some people have everything I'm not Some People Quiz Bowl by Devon Conrad (aged 11) I awoke today Knew something good would soon come my way. Oh yeah, the Quiz Bowl trivia game's today! Quiz Bowl is between all the schools With about a million rules. You press the buzzer, answer the question quick The categories, you can't pick. I'm team captain for my team I'm so excited, I could scream. About this, last night I did dream. Haiku by Sophie Brown Year 4 Still abandoned wall Rough, brown, ancient, wooden wheel Flowing rapidly Books are Wonderful by Nicole Nivison (aged 10) Books are great! They can be anywhere. Books sweep your imagination away. Get ideas from any subject - art, health, and weather Even nature can do the trick. Just sit down on the bed or under a tree and get cozy for it will be a wild adventure. Let the adventures leave your worries behind. Put your emotions into the book. You might feel sad, happy, or even glad. More Things In Life by Olivia Griffiths (aged 8) Fruit of gold, things to hold Ice cream flake, icy lake Fish that swim, love within Little dogs bark, big-toothed shark Flowers sprout, power's out Telephones ring, larks that sing Palm trees swaying, Christians praying Snow is falling, friends calling Trumpets blowing, shows showing Candles lighting, tough boys fighting Trophy winning, wheels spinning Bike riding, animals hiding Ships sinking, skunks stinking Moon and sun, family fun Clocks ticking, cats licking Friendship lending, life ending. Haiku by Jack Whetton Year 4 Big wheel slowing down. Zig zag roof on top of stone Small window in place. Turkey Talk by Grace Hawk (age 10) Oh me, oh my Why must I die? I don't mean to be rude But I really don't want to be your food I'd rather spend the day my way Than trying so hard to get away Please spare me this year and maybe the next Because for me that would truly be best With my wings I try and I try Why can't I be a bird that can fly? Then I could escape and go somewhere new Far, far away from you But instead I'll just hide behind this tree Sorry, you'll need to have Thanksgiving without me! Haiku by Alex Hickson Year 4 Swaying green tree leaves Golden brown flowers growing Peaceful atmosphere. Fire by Classes 13 and 14, Gorse Hill School I rage through the city Destroying all in my way; I can light up the sky And turn night into day. I can kill anything That gets in my path I can burn a building To demonstrate my wrath! I despise all water That steels my power My flames can grow higher As tall as a tower. But on a cold winter's night I'll keep you cosy in bed I can brighten your darkness And kill germs stone dead! I Hate Poetry by Devon Conrad (aged 11) I hate poetry I can't stand it! I can't rhyme. I'm not full of wit! I don't know how you can rhyme, for I can't even rhyme a word with 'dime!' I'm through with this poetry thing! I'll do what I do best - I'll just sing. Haiku by Bethan English Year 4 White Puffin Cottage Ancient old, stiff, grotty slates Wooden hard new door. Writer by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) I am a writer who writes. I wonder if I'll ever become a writer. I hear pens scribbling on paper. I see myself signing my poetry books. I want to become an author. I am a writer who writes. I pretend to receive awards for my poetry. I feel like a huge pen, writing. I touch a pencil, and my heart warms. I worry about losing the writer in me. I cry about not getting a chance to write when I want to. I am a writer who writes. I understand some people will hate my writing. I say that I will be a writer for eternity. I dream of kids opening my books and smiling. I try to make my writing as perfect as possible. I hope one day the world will honor me as a writer. I am writer who writes. The Sea by Sarah Marshall (aged 10) The sea on a rainy day Rushes back and forth Like a troubled mother. It howls and screams Because it's late To deliver its messages To unwanting beaches. The beach's argue and grumble Not wanting to get soaked, Fearing for their sunbathing guests. The sea on the other hand Argues back and gets its own way. But on a sunny day, The sea has a change of mind. It strolls and it hums 'Cause it doesn't want to soak the beaches. It's too good a day for that. That's why it only walks. But the wind will try to spoil it all The wind will toss and turn Trying to make the sea late and angry Again. Summer by Rachel Salberg (aged 10) Summer is when the sun shines bright. Summer is when it's warm in the night. It's when you swim and jump and run, it's time to have a lot of fun. You simply just can't sit still. Your cat can, he's on the window sill! Go outside and run and play, jump and laugh, swim all day. Let's go fishing with your dad, cheer up! Be glad! I'll go help mom in the garden, oh, that dirt's about to harden. Now the sun is going down, Your brother's face has a great, big frown. I've had a lot of fun today, I can't wait till tomorrow... then I can play! Haiku by Chantelle Plant Year 4 White as it could be, Bright it stands in the sun, Waiting for someone. Haiku by Natasha Porter Year 4 Rusty old stone wall Sunny bright beautiful door Windy cold, white house Perspiration by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) it's building up the warm air teases me it rubs my nose in the most menacing way the fan is on circling and circling trying so hard to punch perspiration in the nose yet we both are helpless the sun wants to go away but perspiration somehow convinces the star to stay its mischievous laugh rattles my ear drums it is everywhere it doesn't leave you alone not until Night comes then they leave but night comes out so late! it's building up incessantly - perspiration. My Dog Ate My Homework by Matthew Meeks (age 8) My dog ate my homework. It happened just last night . He ate up my math book with all the papers inside. He ate up my Mom's cell phone and dialed 911. And if this happens to you, my friend put him in a pen, RIGHT THEN! Haiku by Danny Cottam Year 4 Non cared shady house Moldy dry still as a tree Mechanical wheel Grandpa by Chelsea Martinez (aged 12) The TV is on, no one around I quietly draw without a sound Mother I draw with such love and care I want to show her but she's not there. Next I draw daddy he's bold and big unlike before when he was a twig Next my sister, she's a goofball of course when she tries to sing oh.. so rough and so hoarse! I draw a picture of grandma - she's funny she's as tough as a tiger but as soft as a bunny! When I go to draw Grandpa I pause and I stop Quickly write family tree on top, Why don't I draw Grandpa? I don't know why, Oh yah, 'cos thinking about him makes me cry, He died when I was young and he died sorta old I remember his hands they were weak and cold, I get an idea and hold the thought so fragile, and on my paper draw my guardian angel.. Ron by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) Ron is a bus driver he is the best I always try to catch his bus and when I do I say, "Hi" His eyes are like a hound dog's his smile is wide he is Ron. he isn't like the other bus drivers; he's fun. I think you got my point about Ron but if you didn't I'll give it to you loud and clear: RON ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fly by Devon Conrad (aged 11) You can fly with all the colors in the sky. You can soar. Don't think about your troubles anymore! You can glide, and forget about why you can't do this or that. You can dream! Though life may seem so hard sometimes, get on with your life and just fly! Things In Life by Olivia Griffiths (aged 8) Daisy chain, rolling train Bench and chairs, grizzly bears Lots of money, sweet taste of honey Socks and shoes, games - you lose! Fire log, cat and dog Dressing gown, stairs going down Our own warm home, a brush and comb And don't forget a garden gnome. A bird house, a squeaking mouse A post and lamp, dry and damp Red, red wine, a dinosaur spine Drunken men, a one legged hen A nice soft bed, a loaf of bread The alphabet, from A to Zed. Haiku by LinZ (aged 11) Dribble down the court Trying to shoot a lay-up Make a shot, two points! Racism by Hannah Griffin (aged 12) If I am red, And you are blue Does that make me better than you? If I am from a world on its own And you from one all alone, Does that make us different? Does it make a difference? That we are different colours Does it make a difference? That we are from different countries? No it doesn't, And I intend to see a right To stop black and white From the fight, That is racism. War Game by Amy Climpson (aged 10) I, a young boy Have heard of the army Great stories of the army I thought it sounded fun so I signed up but now I regret it That is how I'm here hiding in this dirty trench thick oozing black mud running rats eating our food What am I doing here? Shooting, killing, missing, saving, scoring, tackling, people lying dead in trenches people dead everywhere What am I doing here? What am I doing here? Dancing Fruits by Olivia Griffiths (aged 8) Pineapples shake their green sharp leaves While the apples do the jig The oranges spin with the melon And the groovy fig The banana does his somersaults And the kiwis point their toes While the pear in the hula skirt Puts on fruity shows The Grandpa lemon bends his knees And slowly claps his hands And the mango and the lime fruit Listen to the bands Then all the fruits get up together And watch the satsumas rock So now if you go to a party of fruits You'll get a tasty shock A Year of Terror by Alasdair Graham (aged 10) Summer lies dead, An icy blade in his heart, She the winter the dreaded slayer, Autumn next, An arrow through his head, Along with all his belongings, The sun slipped over the horizon, Over the hills, Came a warrior, A spear was thrown, The warrior blocked, The warrior ran towards Winter, She threw a second spear, But the warrior dodged, The warrior sprung into the air, A stab to the neck, Winter fell, "Who are you?" Said wind, "SPRING." Reign of the Leaf by Gautama Mehta (aged 9) The leaf reigns With awing tranquillity Nothing, Nothing, but the tinkle of the brook. The leaf reigns Even as it falls The calm, swaying breeze Teaching us... The leaf reigns Subject-less yet dominant Attracting the eye of a Solitary squirrel. The leaf reigns In an isolated clearing. Go there To learn life. I Am Devin by Devin Van Dervoort (aged 8) I am funny and I like baseball. I wonder what I will be when I grow up? I hear a baseball coming off a bat. I see a lion. I want a new dog. I am funny and I like baseball. I pretend I am a major league baseball player. I feel a scaly snake. I touch a great white shark. I worry about tigers becoming extinct. I cry when I fall and get hurt. I am funny and I like baseball. I understand that I have to do my homework. I say that you should treat others with respect. I dream about being a major league baseball player. I try to run so fast. I hope I will hit a home run. I am funny and I like baseball. A Child's Dream by Shannon Williams (aged 9) At seven when I go to bed I find such pictures in my head Dragons, ghouls, ghosts and witches A princess that never twitches A horse that dances by the sun Then all of a sudden I see a gun A man that dances by the stream And then I realise it's just a dream At seven when I go to bed I find such pictures in my head Middle School Days by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) I go on the bus in the morning And I chat with my friends. We go through the freeway Listening to 92.7. Then we arrive at the middle school And I gleam with pride. I run out of the bus in a flash My backpack hitting my back. My class is all the way at the end of the campus. And I hurry Excited to learn a new thing everyday. The middle school days Are filled with cramming Running And yelling. I like it Because it feels so good To be in middle school. To roam the halls To get my text books To go on the bus. My middle school days Are filled with fun And laughs. I love it! I Can Do What I Want by Helen (aged 11) I am a bully I don't see why not Everyone's scared of me - I can do what I want. I can kick people I can call people names I can steal money - I can do what I want. All the teachers suspect me, But they can't prove a thing They leave me alone - I can do what I want. It's nothing to do With my parents splitting up. They both know - I can do what I want. It's nothing to do With the fights at home. I always win because - I can do what I want. It's nothing to do With how I used to get teased. That doesn't happen any more - because I can do what I want. I am a bully - I have no friends But I can't stop now because everyone thinks I can do what I want. In My Room by Isaac (aged 8) In my room you can see my turtle, Leonardo. You can touch my smooth rocks. You can touch my books. You can taste candy. You can hear the wind. You can smell dinner and my smelly sister. A Winter's Day by Anna Roberts-Wray A winter's day in the morning, When the first light comes into the sky. A little robin sings a wonderful tune When the sun rises from over the hills. Every little animal is waking up. All the little children are getting ready To play in the snow where the snowflakes Are drifting down from the sky. Lakes have turned into ice. All the children play snowball fights, Go ice skating or make snow angels. This is a sign of happiness. Now the day is nearly over, And everyone and everything is going Back to bed. I Will Become Famous by Ellie R (aged 12) I will become famous I don't care when or how I will become famous People will applaud when I bow. I will become famous And awfully rich, too I will become famous No matter what I do. I will become famous Me my fans will adore. I will become famous They'll all yell out - Encore! I will become famous I'll go down in history. I will become famous Simply for being me! Planets by Zoe Yates (aged 8) Look up to the sky any night and see all the stars shining bright Look into a 'scope and you may see other planets as happy as can be. We have Mercury which is hot, not cold Venus is like earth but not as bold Earth is where we live and breath So full of life and mysteries Mars it has canyons where water should be Jupiter is as stormy as can be Saturn has rings that you can see Uranus has gas all around So has Neptune and not a soul to be found Pluto is so far away - it has its own moon and it's so small and so cold These are the planets, now let us see The Milky Way on a very dark night radiates a band of light, a death star gives off huge shells of gas a black hole destroys all in it's path the eclipse of the sun blocks out the daylight and the moon is what we see at night Hair by Daisy Woollard (age 8) When I go to the hairdressers I see Stretched hair Pretty hair Short hair Spiky hair Thorny hair Straight hair Wavy hair Coated hair Tatty hair Dyed hair Plaited hair I had my hair in plaits. Stars by Georgie Barwick (aged 12) The stars shone like tiny fireballs Screaming against the deep dark sky Streaming, screaming slowly seeping Into the deep dark sky Streaming, screaming slowly seeping Into the dark deep sky The dark The deep Streaming Screaming Slowly seeping And the sun shines bright The stars hide Away form the light Away form the terror Away from the bright of the pure clean day. Goddess of Night by Olivia McHale (aged 10) I am the goddess of night, My name is Luna. I live on the tip-top of the moon, Where it is beautiful and calm. Everybody loves me, Especially when I glide through the sky making it dark. I have 500 shooting star guards, And about 300 alien slaves. I hate the sun, And the way he shines and glows. But one day, He will fall, And everywhere will be dark, I will rule all. Bullying by Lauren (aged 10) Oh no! There they are, at the gate, Everyday they seem to wait. My friends are scared - they seem to scatter, They make me feel like I don't matter. I want this to stop. To stop right now. But what do I do? I don't know how. They say if I tell, they will make things worse, Bullying - it is such a curse. Why me? What have I done? I turn away and start to run. The teacher comes, they run away, But they'll be back another day. War by Eleanor Reader (aged 12) Tearing apart innocent families Hearing the dying screams of your enemy. That is war. Hearing the pain and despair of mothers When their children are murdered That is war. Watching innocent civilians starve And beg for mercy That is war. Killing strangers Whose terrified faces are just blurs That is war. Fighting, not because you care But because it is your job That is war. I Am a Flower by Shamyan Cutler (aged 8) I am a flower about to bloom up to the sky. I am a flower about to open up and spread my joy. I am a red and beautiful flower. I smell like a thousand angels. Do you know what kind of flower I am? Yes, I am a rose, but not just a rose, I am my own rose. Yuck by Harriet Lang (aged 10) What would you like madam? Sir? Roast paper? Roast slug? I am sorry we ran out of roast plug! Eyeball salad? Nut and eyes? Apart from we are out of maggot pies! For drinks we have a wide selection too! Leaf slush puppy? Petrol coffee? Or you can have French wine with toffee! I Took the Blame by Matthew (aged 12) It's a shame that I took the blame I'm too frightened tell anyone about it Because if I did, he would throw me into the swimming pool. It is a shame that I took the blame. That's it! I've had enough! POW! I HIT HIM! And for that I will take the blame and the shame! Fireworks by Connor (aged 8) Spiraling fireworks Fizzing up and Whooshing like the wailing wind. Rapid rockets Zooming up, Leaving a steamy trail. A smell like Steam engines going along the line. Catherine wheels about To take off with Fizzling flames. Shimmering light in the Moonlight. The Leaves of Autumn by Taylor Christy (aged 10) One blustery Autumn day A collage of colours blew away A carpet of leaves fell to the ground Creating a wonderful rustling sound The road sweeps them into piles Children whiz through them with beaming smiles Gathering them up and throwing them high Up, up in the ice-cold Autumn sky Dancing around in the gentle breeze That spectacular performance by the coloured leaves Tumbling softly in the air I gaze out of my window with an admiring stare Night Sky by Tiffany (aged 12) Gazing in the night sky Spotting stars that don't exist Wishing, waiting I've been hoping Going crazy, emotions swirling Lost, trapped I'm stuck in a tunnel I can't get out Riding the galaxy I'm riding the Milky Way I feel a wet nose on my face I wake up wishing I were a star The Concert by Kasey Stone (aged 12) It was drawing nearer The day was drawing nearer The day of the concert People were going in now I was getting nervous It was soon to start Everyone was in their places The children were getting restless They were getting ready On the day of the concert The orchestra struck up a fanfare To welcome me… And the conductor We walked on stage together I bowed and sat in my place… As first chair… Playing the Alto Saxophone! Fiddling by Georgie Barwick (aged 12) A small wooden pencil A bright plastic stencil A rubber square A lock of my friend's hair But a ugly face looms And I see my doom Oh dear I was caught Fiddling. Kites Flying Over the Sea by Connor (aged 7) Kites float like birds, Smoothly in the sky, Above the clouds They fly with the birds. They twist and twirl Like tornados - The breeze seeping Through the material. The kites with tails Like foxes' brushes Flying in the sky. When the kites die down It seems like their Life has ended. When they blow back up, It seems like they Rose from the dead. Joy of Love by Alex Kunz (aged 9) Love is a joy. It allows you to experience happiness and freedom as despair's most odious side vanishes. Darkness is separated with a wall of joy. Joy of love. Many people would threaten to banish happiness by having no respect towards love. Love is a joy. Sky by Hannah B (aged 11) The bottom of the sky a cascading sea of orange Shadow clouds pool over into this ocean of color but the top of the sky stays a constant blue free of clouds yet filled with stars Moon hidden by intense, pure blue Deep, cool blue that peaks over orange Forming night Moon Shower by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) I clean myself With the moon's milk It pours down on me, Like water I grab it with my hands And gulp it down my throat Cleaning my inner soul Cleaning my sins And renewing myself I smell the fresh wood pine smell As I smell the moon I hear the moon whisper to me, softly While the crickets sing. I see the moon shining in the dark night I clean myself With the moon's milk That cleans my soul. Its breath-like mist circles me; Cleaning my spirit. Moon shower. What Am I? by Tajkea Chowdhury (aged 10) I am a cat for my sharp claws, I am a goldfish for my interest in water, I am a dog for my barking and loud roars, I am a lamb for my fear of slaughter. I am a frog for my high jumps, I am a sheep for my dislike of dogs, I am a rhinoceros for my huge stumps, I am an elephant for my strength in carrying logs. I am a giraffe for my long neck, I am a monkey for my ability to climb trees, I am a mouse for making a wreck I am a desperate bird for my cries of being free. But what am I? I'm sure you'd like to know, Well I'm a … Human Being. The Phantoms of Night by Farah Chalisa (aged 11) As I sleep in my bed at night, A little voice I always hear But it isn't of words It is joyful laughter in the ear. And then as these little voices Shriek with laughter and melody A small fog of vapor Floats past my bedroom door And then when outside The rain starts to fall A clap of thunder growls And small bells tolled through the hall And then the phantom voices Seem to hush as the night goes by As outside the rain stops falling And the house is all in still. The Sky by Hannah B (aged 11) The Sky, a deep blue abyss of wonder The Earth a deep green oasis in the desert of the universe The Star a shining pinpoint in vast fabric of the sky The Milky Way a creamy chunk of the unknown The Universe All of everything, a never ending black hole The Black hole a swirling pit of darkness A Life unaware of all the universe, just living for the sake of living Everything spinning non stop forever and ever Peace by Salma Mostafa (aged 12) peace is everyone's dream on earth peace is the whole world's dream peace is nothing except erasing for wars peace is everything we really mean peace will erase enemies peace will erase armies peace will erase destruction peace will erase disconnection when the whole world really vote for peace what will be the use of wars? when the whole world really connects for peace wars will be nothing except doubtful dreams so let's from today make a wish to make peace really worth a fortune to us so let's from today be one hand and one arm to make peace our dream and not something impossible to come I Celebrate My Heart by Alex (aged 9) I celebrate my heart. It is a beating jewel of happiness stuck in my body like a prisoner in prison. It brings both joy and happiness, as it is never odious or grotesque. It is an object that allows me to love others. It helps me when I am trapped in the darkest night and away from any freedom, it gives me the privilege to be free. Satan's army is conquered with a handful of hearts, a handful of souls. I can manifest relaxation with my serene heart. I celebrate my heart. Autumn by Farah Chalisa (aged 11) The clouds grey and full of glistening rain; the sky blue with an endless streak of silver stretching across. The creek overflowing with deep calm water shining in overhead sun of gold. The sunlight pouring over trees of emerald and flowers of ruby. A smooth sturdy ground beneath you Covered with a layer of green soggy soft grass, Leaves falling from trees in colors of crimson, gold, lime, and other magical dyes. Sidewalks filled with old rusty leaves and flapping of wings as birds migrate. Cold bursts of air make you zip up your sweater and whistling winds play a mournful tune though yet still of beauty. Light of fire, full of warmth feels restless but still calm. Full of earth aromas is the sighing breeze. Silent, gleaming sunsets fill the sky with there radiant beams of light and extraordinary rays. Pink, magenta, fuchsia and red, orange, mandarin cover the clouds with a purplish, pinkish background in the distance beyond. Then as it sets, the moon shows up and brightens the night black sky as everything settles for a cool night of autumn. A Stranger that Made My Day by Kaci (age 12) As I was walking down the street I noticed a stranger pass me by But as he was passing He managed to say a little "Hi" I did not know his name I'd not seen him before After that my eyes went lame Staring back at him Who was this man? What was his name? I don't know But to this man who was passing by To the man who made my day I say "Good bye" Hoping that I made his Bonfire by Shanice Drummond (aged 11) In the darkness, in the cold, See the exploding fireworks twinkling past the stars. When you jump for fright see all the dazzling colours. Did you see the sparkling sparklers scattering down the lane? Let the adults light the fire in case the sparks shoot out. Can you hear the loud bangs shooting past me in the sky? Can you see the fascinating gold, yellow and red sparks? I can't touch the fire! It's scorching red and gold. I've got a bad headache and I think I'm going deaf. One Day In Autumn by Shannon Petrie (aged 8) One Autumn day I went out to play I smelled the sweet grass smell If it was wet or not, you couldn't tell I saw the leaves fluttering The rain started pattering I went to the orchard to pick some fruit I felt something tug at my foot It was an apple that just fell from a tree But that apple was just for me I like Autumn very much because of the leaves I like to jump and touch Toes by Ben Parkes (aged 8) There are smelly toes big toes small toes long toes short toes knobbly toes naily toes boney toes red toes pink toes white toes yellow toes square toes round toes triangular toes clean toes and granny's green toes Clouds of Anger by Hannah Baukert (aged 11) I feel a cloud of anger wrap around me overwhelming me I cannot break free I feel complete hatred towards the people ruining our beautiful earth killing innocent people filling the world with a dark fog of nothingness saying they are innocent hiding in the shadows of money and power running from nothing protecting us from nothing they say that they really care that they are trying to help us escape but there is nothing to hurt us except them say they were never there Autumn by Holly Matthews (aged 9) A is for the autumn leaves swirling down from the trees, U is for underground where animals hibernate, T is for the tall, long, leafless branches on the trees, U is for the undergrowth where leaves crunch when we walk, M is the moles digging their holes ready for a long sleep, N is for the new golden leaves We love Autumn! A Jelly-Fish Dreams by Lucy Damsell (aged 9) A jelly-fish dreams of being a star, Slapping around the New York streets And giving people autographs. It dreams of eating posh ice cream And wearing a million shoes. He would tickle all the fans And they would love him even more. He would be in all the latest films And be the star of the show. Oh wouldn't it be nice if he Could live his dream. His picture would be on All the front covers. He'd fly to the moon, And stick in the best flag. But that's all a dream, Get back to reality! Night by Georgina Cleveley (aged 9) We go to bed when it's night, Mum comes in and out goes the light. The curtains shake as the wind blows, Is someone there? Nobody knows. When you're asleep you suddenly wake, You feel so cold you begin to shake. You look out of the window it's finally morning' The animals and birds are also yawning. Here is the start of another day I must get up and on my way. Eating is a Noble Sport by Sara Ness (aged 12) Eating is a noble sport To be practiced thrice a day At breakfast, noon, and eventide Lest you simply waste away. Some say running's good for you And some say jumping jacks But a rotund belly, they'll soon find Is what they really lack. So when you eat, do not shirk For dieting is the devil's work Eat and eat and do not stop Until the day when you go pop! Real Poetry by Kate Clair (aged 12) Don't feel like writing some profound thought Because to me it's all just rot Don't feel like writing about a faraway land Means as much to me as a grain of sand Don't feel like making up a queen or king I don't care about such a trivial thing So this is my poem: I'M HAVING A BAD DAY! Now I beg of you please go away Give Me Something to Lie Down On by Hannah Griffin (aged 11) Close my eyes and pray, Give me something to lie down on I say, My hopes and my dreams, Let me lie, Give me a shoulder to cry on, Give me a hand when I fall, Give me something to lie down on, And pray is all I do , Before I go to bed before I close my eyes, Before I got to sleep at night, Give me something to lie down on, And that is all I want, Lay me down to sleep, I hope I will never cry, God bring my tears off my face, Now let me lie. A Shoe Dreams of Singing by Ellena Brown (aged 9) A shoe dreams of singing, And opening up its soles, To do an opera with a pencil. It dreams of singing, And looking down to an audience, To rock the rocks away. It dreams of singing, and hiding in a suitcase, When going on a tour. It dreams of singing, And jumping off the stage, Into an audience, But my gosh he will be worn out! She Lives In You by Lauren Walsh (aged 10) Dawn listens to the morning songs, With sleeping people is where she belongs. Her softened smile of her golden ray, Reach over the land and far, far away Morning is coming - Dawn needs to flee, She needs to die for you and me. Tomorrow she comes to rise again, She's everlasting - in no pain. Poor Pussy Cat! by the pupils of Dunnington CE Primary School One fine day I saw a cat He belonged to Postman Pat Then he went to chase a rat But they made friends and had a chat Off they went to buy a hat But the cat went splat as it hit a Passat! The rat went home to sit on the mat Thinking "My oh my, that poor pussy cat!" Shopping Spree! by Shanice Drummond (aged 11) Shopping is a wicked thing, So good, so great, so gorgeous, Then I find a diamond ring, I really could shop till August, Along the way I spot a king, He was shopping mad like me, Buying gifts for his family, CDs, Clothes, Shoes And food, Phones And stationary toooooooooooooooo!!! Roses by Jananie (aged 11) Roses are red Violets are blue, Poetry zones like this Are very few My Gran by Allie Markey (aged 8) Sitting in her rocking chair, Knitting all day long. As she knits her needles click And sing a woolly song. Deaf by Conor Fishwick (aged 7) If I was unable to hear, Chiming clocks, Gas that hisses, Wind whistling through the trees, I would miss them. If I was unable to hear, A telephone ringing, A quiet rumble of thunder, Music playing, I would miss them. If I was unable to hear, People behind me, A fire engine, Noises in the night, I would be afraid. If I was unable to hear, Wind on my face, Music through my fingers, A baby monitor vibrate, I would feel them. If I was unable to hear, People might laugh at me, People might not understand me, People might be unkind to me, I would feel sad. I can hear so I have learnt to sign, I have learnt to look at people when I talk to them. I have learnt to be understanding, Today I am a better person. Low Fat by Year Four Let's be healthy, let's be strong Oh fatty foods are very wrong! What, you ask, is a healthy meal? Fatty foods are not the deal. A lot of fruit, veg and water is great. Then exercise, to increase you heart rate! Bananas by Year Three Bananas are a healthy fruit And very nice to eat Now I know how good they are And kept clean in their skin Never is one enough As bananas make you tough So have another one. Wales by Tiffany Barry (aged 11) What Wales means to me, is mountains and valleys and green countryside, sheep in the fields with lambs not too far behind, choirs singing and rugby I enjoy, as long as we're winning, "Come on boys!" But saint David's day I love with leeks and daffodils, and going for walks with my dogs on the hills, but the best thing about Wales is it's where I live. Workout by Year Five We like to exercise Our muscles every day. Rather than eating pies, Knowing what we weigh! Our bodies, we will care for Understanding all the time That keeping healthy matters, much more that this rhyme! Janitor by Divya Radhakrishna (aged 12) He sweeps the floors, And cleans the windows, Those just a few of his chores. The job of a genius he's been forced to decline, He's the school janitor, With an intelligence higher than Einstein. While he cleans the school to the top, The genius inside rests, No one looks beyond the mop. Inside he's stressed, He needs to pay the bills, Support his wife and kids and all the rest. He lives in the hut next to the school, His mind forgotten, Isn't life cruel? New School by Jessica Dyson (aged 11) Can't sleep, feel sick Can't eat breakfast everybody's asking, "How do you feel?" Not well!!! Kilt and blazer, red and green, yellow blouse School uniform! School bus, everybody's talking everyone except me. I'm nervous. now I feel sick What is it? Where am I without my friends? Everybody's talking, chatting, conversations I have a friend, I feel well I am happy!!!! Here I am getting off the bus at St Brigids my friend has gone, I'm all alone I'm nervous again! Lesson after lesson, bell is ringing time to get on the bus! Chatting, conversations all over again!!! "Jess what did you do today then?" "Nothing, Mum!" Healthy Heart by Year Six Having a healthy heart means Eating lots of fruit and veg And still some of us don't do it! Long living, fit people Tend to eat well and exercise a lot Have a balanced diet and Your heart will thank you for it. Having lots of vitamins and minerals makes you Energetic! Although junk food is usually yummy, Rice Crispies will fill you up and stop your Tummy rumbling! Silent Shout by Lucienne Peach (aged 10) Jump up the stairs, then down the pipe, I'll try to be careful, try not to break mum's new light, sneak in then sneak out, make my sister shriek and shout, run into the garden through the grass, oops I forgot my sisters fast, she catches me but then lets go, I run away to and fro, she can't take my imagination away, so I'll go and tell her it has to stay, this thing in my head will always be, I can't believe it why can't she see, this is the weekend you know of course, why don't you just go, go ride a horse, for now my imagination will surely see, I've got to do my homework let me be, I'm sorry imagination its the end of the line, but one day we'll meet again until next time. Drugz! by J. Goss (aged 10) Smoking isn't a game They fatten up your arteries But drugs? You treat them like Smarties. Drugs aren't healthy You should've learned Drugs aren't COOL They should've been burned. When Drugs were handed round Your friends thought they were COOL You took one And ended up a FOOL. See, drugs have no future You'll end up crying Your life will be a misery And you'll be dying. My Poem by Emily Treadwell (aged 8) Sitting on a door step waiting for someone to come So frightened, so scared, so in distress Sitting on a door step. No mum, no brothers, no sister, no dad, no dog, no friend, just no-one All alone All alone Food and Drink by Rhiannon Murry (aged 8) Food and drink all around People stamping on the ground Work is hard, work is easy Do you like your pizza cheesy? We are good, we are bad What is the reason to go mad? What's that there? What's that here? Did you just hear that cheer? You have a tone, you have a phone Did you know I'm on my own? A Winter's Night by Ben Watts (aged 10) Frosty, foggy, mysterious kind of night; the moaning wind slithered through the rustling leaves. The moon as bright as a glowing button, it brightens and darkens. The mist clutches to the open sky and ground, creeping through the gaps in the hollow rocks of the nearby cliff. The howling and glaring owls stalking you as the creeping badgers go down their sets to the nearby fence, Foxes bounding along to catch the hopping rabbits, As the stoats and squirrels clamber through the hedge. That's what a winter's night says. Being a Kid by Ellie Scatliffe (aged 11) Being a kid isn't easy, In fact, it is very hard. Childhood's full of knocks and pushes, Snail pace slow, then roller coaster whooshes. And when I get a bit older, I'll move on and so will you. I think I will no longer not know, What will happen next? Which way will my life go? I know that I'm just eleven, I don't really know that much. It is very tough being so small, But when I grow up, it'll be clear, I know all! Mysterious Wolf by Eugina (aged 10) Oh mysterious wolf! Oh mysterious wolf! Why do you howl at the moon ? Is it a cry of joy or sadness? How can you hunt so savagely though remain so loyal to your mate? Why do you seem so frightening though so truly rare and beautiful? How can you barely survive extinction and remain so confident and brave? House of Haunts by Sophie Donald (aged 11) The children play, the children run, in the playground having fun, but along the winding road, in a house so damp, so cold, a figure lurks. The house is old, the owners fled, but this person, long time dead, sweeps through the corridor, goes under the hard stone floor, and disappears... Shoe Shopping by Celine O'Donovan (aged 8) I hate shoe shopping, I'd much rather play on my bike. There are thin shoes, wide shoes, None of them I like. There are pink shoes, pretty shoes, Princess shoes as well Then I spot some boys' shoes, I think they're really swell. But Mum's not having any of it "I've told you", she says, "you're a girl." And then I spot some white shoes, Shining like a pearl. "Those shoes, those shoes, They gleam like the morning sun." "OK," says Mum, "Put them on. We'll have a trial run." They fit! Mum buys them! Hip hip hooray! Now finally I can put on my shoes And just go out to play. The Sun by Lucy Janet Kurk (aged 10) The sun is a bright yellow ball, It is as hot as lava, As big as the universe, As wide as a river that just burst its banks, As mild as rotten cheese, As round as a rich tea biscuit, As bright as Saturn, As bumpy as Mars, As spotty as erupting chicken pox As magnificent as the statue of liberty. Tiny by Bethany Negus (aged 11) I am tiny, so small, Giants are invading, Run for your life, I am tiny, so small, I run to my house of grass, running as fast as I can. I am tiny, so small, gathering my things for a new life, I shall walk to the ant station I am tiny, so small, waiting for an ant, riding to St George's Street. I am tiny, so small, I have a new life, everything is great, I am tiny, so small, no giants any more, freedom is here, I am tiny, so small, I am in a doorway, and having a party. Of course you're invited. Drifting Onwards by Bethany Negus (aged 11) Drifting onwards, Towards the sea, Lifeless dreams, Beyond you, and me. The Tree by Dino Tyler (aged 12) I've seen a tree in the park A thick one, with roots poking from the ground Like snakes rising from the underground Intertwining and tightening Like a mass of spaghetti Its leaves are pale pink The colour of skin on a hot day Rustling like the sea, boiling and bubbling away. And I just stare at this tree Hoping that one day The snakes will unlock And the leaves will be peach And be calm, like the sea on a pleasant day I wish we could be like this Instead of constantly arguing Fighting and destroying Bubbling and boiling And settle down To row in the pleasant sea. Hills by Julie Hagan (aged 12) Hills, hills Some flat Some round But all their beauty Can be found For all hills Have a beauty that shines And a remarkable peacefulness That is divine The sun shines On the green grass that grows And the hills seem to shimmer As up flies the crows It is a bright beautiful day As you gaze up and dream And you seem sort of melted Like hot cocoa and cream The Sound of Death by Dino Tyler (aged 12) The sound of death, Is like the sound of frost - Crunching under ones boots, In late September. The sound of death Conquers all A fist squeezing ones soul Out of lungs willing to carry on It scares the young Scarring the inside Killing them slowly Waiting; until the bitter end The sound of death Whooshed through organ pipes During a procession Of the dead A devil laughing aloud Wanting more Its greedy mouth swallows The power of the human life Until there is nothing more To swallow. Tree by Samuel Mackereth (aged 10) A tree is a house For a bird or a mouse A tree is a feast For a bug or a beast But a tree is for me What a tree ought to be Midnight Jest by Maria English (aged 12) Oh, how the heavens do laugh! We slumber through the perfect world Where everyone can be As they wish. Spring by Edward Morgan (Year 6) Spring is a young girl. She is happy and joyful. She dances around leaving a trail. Her hair sways in the gentle breeze. I Am the One by Cathy Moore (aged 12) I am the one who follows you in the night's light. I wonder why you try to run from me. I hear your footsteps on mine. I see myself when you turn my way. I want to be free from this prison of walls and floors. I am darkness. I pretend to be nothing, as if I were dead. I feel the pavement as you rush through it. I touch everything right behind you. I worry about never being free from this that confines me. I cry for others like me. I am your stalker. I understand that you are my keeper. I say that of which you don't I dream of one day running the other way. I try to escape, to flee your side. I hope one day you will loose me. I am a follower, wanting to take lead. I am your shadow. Fire by Michelle Greene (aged 10) I smell smoke I hear the alarm At first I thought it meant no harm But, my friend, fire stabbed me in the back and left me with nothing but a old, brown sack. The darkness is growing everything is gone And just like fire, I knew I was wrong. What Am I? by Kiera Boyce(aged 9) I can go faster then a cheetah, I rush from left to right, Fill up spaces which are dry and run through the day and night. . answer - water White by Elysia Benn (aged 12) White is a swan gliding gracefully upon a lake, White is the glistening of a frozen snowflake, White are the snowdrops in a winter wood, White is the bubble of launderette soap suds, White is the snow as it falls peacefully to the ground, White is a whisper, a quiet sound, White is a new page in an exercise book, White are the soft feathers on a swimming duck, White is the smoke from a chimney up high, White are the fluffy clouds way up in the sky, White is a golf ball sat on a tee, White is a polar bear wandering free, White is wonders, white is light, That's why I wrote this poem about things that are white! Can't by Beth Douglas (aged 12) Can't walk, but have somewhere to go, Can't talk, but have something to say, Can't smile, but have joy inside, Can't hear, but still listen to you, Can't see, but look at you now, Can't touch, but feel you here, Can't fight, but still battle on, Can't improve, but make progress, Can't stop, but come to a halt, Can't move, but jump around, Can't depart, but go away, Can't Give Up, Can't Give Up. There Was An Old Man by Elysia Benn (aged 12) There was an old man from Barrow, Who had a prize-winning marrow, It was as big as his face, It won first place, And then it was ate by a sparrow! Mother Earth by Hanna (aged 11) flames engulf the once beautiful world the children of the sky scream as smoke takes over their once beautiful home the moon cries, for her friend is lost all is lost life is lost the earth shutters as she wakes up from this dream and looks up at the moon hoping for a way to save the innocent lives that will be lost if the world explodes from the foolishness of the people who inhabit the earth Dan by Elysia Benn (aged 12) There was a boy called Dan, Who lived in a frying pan, He was totally insane, He jumped off a plane, And landed somewhere in Japan! Life by Hannah (aged 11) The Fabric of time and life seems to slowly unravel seams break loose, buttons fall pictures fade people do not seem to understand that life can end at any moment Life as we know it can cease to exist Falling through unparalleled dimensions of time and space the fabric unravels itself in no pattern there is no way we can understand this no possible way Life is one of the unknowns Death, on the other hand is a different story Mona Lisa by Hanna (aged 11) Mist lies over the eerie mountains A red river runs Shapes loom over the mountain Black Mist And yet she smiles A small wisp of a smile As if she does not know what lurks behind her In the mist The black mist That frames the red river and most importantly Mona Lisa Perfection by Maria English (aged 12) The next step The next gear The next level The next rung on the ladder Climbing climbing climbing - to what? the top? Can't say I've been there myself. Memories - The Pieces of my Life by Hannah Moyles (aged 8) I am like a puzzle - You must fit my pieces together I am like a bird - Flying back and forth gathering bits and pieces I am like a mystery - You must piece the words to write the story Pieces of the puzzle from the bird in the story of my life My memories are the pieces that complete me. Storms of Life by Autum Brooke Calloway (aged 12) There are so many Storms in life. After each storm, We should clean up All the debris and Celebrate the Sun rising again. The Dead Skyscraper by Hannah Moyles (aged 8) The wind howls through the halls of the dead skyscraper. The shattered glass crackles under my feet. The curtain looks like a ghost. I see the remains of a dusty old bed. Whatever happened? Scavenger by Anthony Fuller (aged 11) I sweep sidewalks to discover a crevice with a poetic gem. Incomplete by Elinor Rew (aged 12) For every day in life There is a puzzle piece, But at the end few puzzles are complete. Every time a sneer is passed on, One puzzle piece is wasted, lost. An evil person by the name Bully Steals one of your pieces every day without right. No matter how hard you try, The bully will carry on No matter how hard you look, That puzzle piece will not be retrieved. No matter how hard you wish That day cannot be relived. Nothing can change that bad memory, Therefore that piece will be lost forever. That bully robs you of happiness, That bully robs you of rights, That bully robs you of a puzzle piece No one can bring those pieces back, But by replacing that sneer with a smile, A person can help you keep your remaining pieces But still your life remains Incomplete. A Ramadan Poem by Emnani Subhi (aged 11) I wake up, It's Ramadan today, And I think to my self, Hooray, Hooray! Chorus - Ramadan, Ramadan, I celebrate Ramadan, And they fast, Every women, child and man. I don't have my breakfast, But pass the time, With reading and fun, And playing and chattering, Its all right, I'm feeling fine!! Chorus In the afternoon, I'm sitting there, Hungry and thirsty. Nothing to do, nothing to say, Nothing to drink and nothing to play. Chorus So I lay down in my bed for a rest. Ahh, so relaxing, I think it's just the best! So again I'm passing time! Chorus Then when I woke up I looked at my watch, My mum called me down. I said what's wrong? She said it's eating time. I just said, "I don't feel like it now, I'm staying in bed!" Chorus x2 Riding In the Freeway by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) The lake Is shining As if it had diamonds Floating above the water. The mountains look like tons of food Stacked on top of each other. The sky Is blank and baby-blue. Not a bird soars by. The trees look as if Gnarly fingers are grasping the air. The cars ahead of me Racing to their destinations. The wind can be heard As if trying to grab your attention. My eyes scanning everywhere, Noticing things. My hands writing quickly As if it were a race. My nose sniff, sniff, sniffing my surroundings. My mouth sounding out this poem. My ears are attentive Trying to hear every sound. There's much to see And hear, taste, touch and smell. I never noticed this before. I will do this every time I am bored. Ah, we have arrived at our destination. Time sure does fly! Peace Hall by Alice L. (aged 12) White, pure doves flew around the spacious room, Protecting a bright blaze set in a lake of water. Fresh olive leaves were pressed on the walls Metres away was a dark, gloomy corridor. While walking down the corridor, You could hear grieving and sobbing Covered by screams and shouts of fear Who are they? What are they doing? Suddenly there is a flash of red, And a yell of pain from an unknown person, Were young gallant soldiers dearly missed by their family? Why was there such a painful corridor of memories? Connected to such a glorious hall? Must there be war to achieve peace or Is it a process to understand that peace is so significant? This World Needs Peace by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) This world needs peace, This world needs help Terrorism. Violence. War. This world needs peace, This world needs help. This world is losing its spirit. Our faces are saddened, Not happy. People are dying. This world needs help, This world needs peace. Bombs are going off. Our faces are filled with terror. This world needs peace, This world needs help. Peace needs to be invited To this world, Not ignored. This world needs help, This world needs peace. We need to kick out Peace's evil twin brother, War. War must go, and peace Must come. This world needs peace, This world needs help. The River Thames by Alexia (aged 11) The River Thames, so big, so wide, where all types of fish have died. So shiny, so sparkly, the sun is shining, it's so sunny. The birds are singing, the squirrels are eating, my phone is ringing, "Hello? Oh, hi Jo! I'm in Bishops Park, I'm walking my dog, just looking at the River Thames." Storm by Eleanor Reader (aged 12) It rages like an untamed lion No boundaries, no limits It rules the skies, it rules the world It is uncontrollable Night Sky by Austin Yantes (aged 9) A quilt covering all objects with the black of night. With white glittering eyes looking down on all living things and protecting them until morning. Ah, morning. The quilt is pulled off. You see a fiery ball of light floating in a vast sea of day whose sparks light people's imagination making a creative and beautiful world. Then the quilt covers all again. Night sky. Babies by Amy Solesbee (aged 9) Babies look so cute. But sometimes you wish they had a remote and you could put them on mute The Ceremony by Kasey Stone (aged 11) I saw everyone file in, My parents were the last, On this very special day of mine, The day of my award. I could here everyone mumbling, What will she get? came from the adults, Why are we here? the children said, The day of my award I knew what my parents would say, What will she get? Oh what will she get? I hope she's excited The day of my award I gasped, they were pulling me away, The curtains were raising they had began! Oh what will I get, oh what will I get, The day of my award I was getting nervous later, Had they forgotten me? All of a sudden I was called on to stage: And now to Kasey Stone who has achieved... My First Day by Kasey Stone (aged 11) I stood by the doorstep Taking breaths in and out I'm going to my bus stop soon For my first day at big school Of we go a trudge, a trudge Up the path Some of my friends were getting on my bus At least I'd have someone to talk to I hear it's a minibus That will be nice Not to noisy Not to much fuss Here's our bus Yeah its a minibus Okay breath in, breath out Hop up and in The door closes behind me Just as panic sets in What will my school be like Will I fit in? There's 156 in year seven alone That's more than half of my old school Will my teachers be nice? Will the food be good? On my first day at big school Happiness by Hannah Bennett (aged 9) Happiness is bright yellow It tastes like sweet honey plucked from the hive It smells like a field full of bright roses It looks like a thousand rainbows bursting in the sky It sounds like 100 children laughing It feels like a giant rocket full of laughter surging through my body. Limerick by Lewis Joyner (aged 9) There was a wealthy boy called Josh Who grew a wispy grey moustache He thought he was brave Not having to shave And everyone thought he was posh Riding in the Car with the Window Down by Maria English (aged 12) I stick my head out the car window And see a thousand shapes rush by in a second. The wind sweeps through my face Music for the tangled ends of my hair To dance to. It makes my eyes water So I close them to see better raindrops fall so lightly they could be showering through my imagination From a dark grey sky silent and threatening looming far above the treetops. I listen to the sound of wheels rolling wind rolling A silver shiver... "Maria! Close that window! The rain is getting in and making everything wet." Sheep by Kyle Archer-Picknell (aged 11) Sheep are like clouds, Clouds with legs, Legs like jelly, Very wobbly jelly, Black jelly, Like a cave, A cave without an end, But with a beginning, With a purple sky, Gently brightening, Purple, blue, white, White clouds, Clouds like sheep. Poems Ought To by Bethany Latham (aged 8) Poems ought to jump about At least I think they ought. Most of the time they're supposed to rhyme Plus - try to keep them short. Bob Bumblebee by Saffron Cooper (aged 9) Bob bumblebee bouncing beautifully Bouncing on a blue, bouncy bumblebee ball Sees Bella bumblebee beautifully brushing her hair Bob stares hard full of the ball Big, blue ball bounce over the wall. End of Term by Thomas Graysmark this time tomorrow where shall I be? not in this assembly no more, juice in dirty old cups. no more, standing lining up. no more, waiting for my lunch. no more, eating apples going crunch no more, scary, horrid headmaster no more, spooky, grim disaster no more, sitting boring test no more, tiding up the mess no more, waiting at the gates no more, meeting all our mates Egypt by Aliya-Nur Virji Babul (aged 8) I am driving with the moonlight. I call - Nile, Nile, will you be there when I come back Or will you wash yourself away? Pyramid, will you be here when I come back Or are you crumbling? I like the Fatimids I like them so much that I so want to stay with you The beautiful minaret is spiraling up and up until it reaches the moon. The Al Azhar shining in the moonlight. It is beautiful. The marble floor of Al Azhar is like a hundred threads spun together like a carpet. It's beautiful. My Piano by Bobbie McDonald (aged 10) You stand near the pots and pans Our reliable old friend Scratched yet magnificent in your own ways. Others have used you and cast you aside But we found you and made you part of our family. You bear patiently with the bangs of those who admire your sound. Even for those who do not appreciate you You provide another source of music. Others do not understand your role in our lives Yet we are dependant on your faithfulness. Rain Falling by Crystal Mendoza (aged 10) the rain is falling. drip, drip, drip forming puddles drip, drip, drip the sky is blackening drip, drip, drip thunder is coming boom, boom, boom lightning is flashing strike, strike, strike people inside their houses brrrr, brrr, brrrr all these sounds form when rain falls drip, boom strike brrr Rap Race by George Curd (aged 11) With amazing grip and quite sweet speed, drive dead carefully and with heed. Driving in a race the Ferrari's first roaring down the straight as the Jaguar burst. Going round the bend as the turbo kicks in, the little Mitsubishi goes into a spin. Then it hits the wall with a thunderous crack and stabs the driver in the back. McClaren swerves round and hits a tree, then the other goes round almost hits me. Inside the Ferrari's like a prison cell, but with four wheel drive it handles well. There in the third lap and the GTR swivels round the corner and into the tar. It's now the Ferrari and the Jag left, the second Jag that is second for best. They're in the final straight, and lap it's last, there running down the track and taking a blast. There's inches to go, Championship at stake and the winner is… the FERRARI I make! Snow, Snow, Snow by Alex Stolis III (aged 10) Snow is like a flower with pointy edges, snow is like a passage to another world, snow creates a winter wonderland. I Wish I Had... by Alex Brock (aged 9) A bed of gold A pool of money A land of chocolate An island of friends A balloon of fun A rainbow of happiness A sky of friendship A book of love A sea of goodness A face of trust A heart of hope And a world of peace Waiting by Reece Vidamour (Year 4) It was horrible weather waiting for him, It was horrible weather waiting for him. At Beau Sejour we had aching legs and feet, My flag was soon a torn flag. Excitement was not there! It was boring. Twenty minutes soon became an hour and ten minutes! It was horrible weather waiting for him, It was horrible weather waiting for him. A red carpet was rolling out, Shouting crowds, screaming crowds, People had soon got earaches, Then we were seeing friends and singing. It was horrible weather waiting for him, It was horrible weather waiting for him. But when he was there...wave...bye! Was that it??? A wave? All Prince Charles did was wave! Run after him children. Quick! Quick! Nobody's Quite Like Me by Thian Wehmeyer (aged 8) In my own world everybody is playful, Everybody can make stuff, Everybody can sing a song But only I can fly. Nobody is sad, Nobody has buck teeth, Nobody looks stupid, Nobody creates mayhem. Everybody can run, Everybody can shout, But there's nobody quite like me Because I… I can fly! Practising by Maria English (aged 12) Tap, tap, tap - slide missed the key tap, tap, tap - pause Chord too big Tap, tap taptaptap - tri