Here are some examples of the work the children have produced when asked to create a piece of descriptive writing using the title 'Shipwrecked'. They spent time planning to create their own 'word pool' to dip into and have so far just written the first part of chapter one.
Shipwrecked by Riece
As I lay there I struggled to remember exactly what had happened. I remember the waves pouncing angrily as if they were reaching up to grab me. They were freezing cold and sounded like thunder crashing.
The wind was whistling crazily and was hitting the ship with strong loud gusts. Our ship bounced menacingly as the sea was racing like a roaring Jaguar. Lightening struck like sheets of glass falling, it helped light up the darkness of the ship. I felt terrified and I could taste the fear. The deafening, cracking of the mast falling is the last thing I remember.
Now as the sun beams down on my back the scorching heat burns my body. My dry mouth is made worse as I spit out the gritty sand. My whole body hurts, as I turn to see huge rocks like meteors glistening in the sun. Seagulls in their groups squawk above. I need a drink, all this sea and no drinking water. My stomach painfully grumbles. All I can hope for is help to come soon.
Shipwrecked by Abbie
The water touched my cheek washing away every grain of sand that had lain on top of me. The midnight sky made the sea seem like a black carpet sweeping across the land.
Seagulls cawing and the waves crashing against the shore could be heard for hours on end. The wind rushing through the leaves creating a rustling sound, like birds scratching through the sky. The rocks had grazed my body hurting me and making my eyes water.
I crawled across the shore looking for food and water. Through my desperate attempts to stand I finally got up on two feet and started to walk slowly and carefully trying not to hurt myself any further than I had already done. My wet clothes weighed me down I decided to take off my T-shirt which was already ruined from the ordeal which I had just encountered.
I had no idea who or what shared the island I had landed on, I just knew I was lucky I had survived, and that I needed to survive further somehow.
The waves lapped quietly against the shore and on the horizon I could see the light creeping up.
Shipwrecked by Joel
I wake from unconsciouness as my eyes behold the majestic ocean with it's waves crashing furiously into the rocks. I feel cold yet the sun is beating down on my back. I feel shivers up my spine as the vast sea lays at my feet like an open book. The bitter taste of salt is stuck on my tongue, icy cold water dripping from my head.
The wind is howling like a hungry wolf around me, the wind's icy fingers creep up on my shoulder as a ghostly sound as their ghostly sound fills the air. The trees are dancing and the sand is flying everywhere as far as the eye can see.
The sea is moving rapidly over the rocks, I see a pile of scrap wood which was once a ship. Torn drenched sails hanging on the scrap wood and a tangle of ropes mingled with the weed.
Suddenly the sun disappears and the worst is yet to come. A flash lights up the sky followed by a rumble like a lion's roar. I feel helpless and defenceless as an uneasy, out of place feeling creeps over me.
I look for shelter behind a rock. The smooth glossy rock makes me feel more comfortable as I hear the earsplitting calls from the seagulls.
My thirst takes the better of me as my mouth dries up. I feel like dying because I may never get home again.
Shipwrecked by Lucy
The waves sweep around me as I lay on the beach, I feel the gritty sand on my face, I hear the sound of seagulls as the hot sun beams down on me.
As I lay there I struggle to remember exactly what happened, I remember the wind howling fiercely as we tried to control the ship. The lightening striking as the the ship crashes into the rocks. Thunder roared as a giant wave sweeps overhead, almost turning the boat over. I remember the sun disappearing behind black, angry clouds. Seagulls screeching as the waves try to reach them.
Iceburgs tore at the bottom of the ship. I remember our starved call for help. We tear through piercing rocks and furious waves. Lightening striking again and again and thunder rumbling loudly.
Shipwrecked by Alycia
The hot sun burned my aching back as I lay on the wet sand after a horrid night. As I move I struggle to remember exactly what had happened. I remember I was at sea in a big storm and loads of rain. I saw rushing waves and heard whistling from the wind and the wild flapping of the sails. As I sailed on in danger the wind was howling in my ear like a wolf in winter. The lightning struck endlessly the thunder punding like ten drums.
When I ended up on the beach I was in pain from hunger and thirst. The seagulls were annoying me but so too were the sand and rocks.
Shipwrecked by Katana
I lay, blinking fiercely, the sun bleaching out my scruffy hair. The heat slapping my face and burning my sand covered cheeks. Soft waves lapped against my feet and hissed gently. An itchy blanket covered me. Sand everywhere! My ears, nose, mouth, toes and even my eyes were covered. Circling seagulls squawk scornfully at my appearance. Crabs crawl cautiously to the now gentle, safe sea. Seaweed drapes across my shoulders like a gentle scarf. The sea cools down my burning body from the beaming sun. It had once been my worst enemy but now it was protecting me from the awful heat. It suddenly occurred to me what had happened......the sound of the gentle sea became rough and as I closed my eyes I remembered.......
Shipwrecked by Thomas
I slowly started to wake. I could taste salt in my mouth. I could feel sweat dripping down my face. Seagulls were squawking as the sun sorched my back. My ship groaned painfully by the rocks. The sea started to rage again, which made me feel extremely tense. Lightening crashed loudly and thunder began to growl.
I pushed myself up from the gritty sand, the island was small like my ship but it seemed much bigger than it had looked. The sea was black and inky as the waves lapped the shore. The seagulls squawked on the rocks waiting for their lunch. The rocks poke out of the sea like teeth.
Sand is glued to my hands and face. I look around, the caves seem like black mazes. There is no signs of life other than me and the gulls. The only noises are the screeching gulls and the sand crunching and sea hissing.
I am not entirely sure how I got here, or what destroyed my ship. The icy frigid wind stabs at me like frozen daggers. My thirst is like an empty dry well that will never be quenched, my hunger unbearable and almost suicidal. The only food I could spot were coconuts, and they were few.
I made my way to the centre of the island as the savage waves smashed the shore. The night slowly crept in. I woke the next morning to find gulls and coconuts gone! There was now only fish I could eat, everything else would probably kill me, but to catch a fish I would most likely have to take my own life. This is a battle for survival.
Saturday 9 December 2006
Tuesday 21 November 2006
Additional Poems
Winter is......
The Artic circle
An electric shock
A glass world
Ice cold knives
Diamonds glisten on the damp grass
An ice cube
A frozen wasteland
Thomas
The Artic circle
An electric shock
A glass world
Ice cold knives
Diamonds glisten on the damp grass
An ice cube
A frozen wasteland
Thomas
How I wish
How I wish I was a pop star
Sitting on heaps of money
Standing in open spaces of a mansion
Singing to millions of people
Travelling around the world in style
Famous footballers for boyfriends
Face all over the news
A face on TV
How I wish I were a pop star
Someway, somehow
Rebecca
My family
My family are great
But my Mums always late
She's never on time but thats fine
My dad strokes the cat and he's really quite fat
My sister goes out and you can always
Hear her shout
As she can't find her shoes
Lucy
Stawberry
Sweet and Juicy
Treats to eat
Ruby red
All nice and sweet
Watery tastes
Blushing berries
Easy to eat like a cherry
Ready and waiting to be bought
Racing round my mind the yummy thought
Yes, strawberries to be eaten!
Lucy
Handbag
I'm brown with buckles and I smell of leather
I'm old and used a lot
Iv'e got thin handles too
How I love being carried around
By my owner to shops , towns, everywhere
I hold lots of things for her
Purse, lipstick and mirror
I feel lonely sometimes when she puts ne down
It's like she no longer needs me
Rachel
Storm
The bright lightening struck
The thunder rumbled loudly
The storm is beginning
Fences torn down vicously
Lives are in danger
The sea is rising
Will it ever end?
Lucy
The Storm
The storm
It rips and tears
It turns and twists and scares
Like a threatening wolf that bites
The storm
Jack
Wednesday 15 November 2006
Autumn is.....Poems
Autumn is……
A coat of many colours
Tigers moving swiftly
A motionless world of leaves
Flashing colours through blinking eyes
Like the turning pages of a picture book
Crisp apple pie
A rainbow blanket covering every tree
Mountains of golden leaves
The autumn wind carries wisps of fresh air
Autumn ends and it is time for winter
Abbie
A coat of many colours
Tigers moving swiftly
A motionless world of leaves
Flashing colours through blinking eyes
Like the turning pages of a picture book
Crisp apple pie
A rainbow blanket covering every tree
Mountains of golden leaves
The autumn wind carries wisps of fresh air
Autumn ends and it is time for winter
Abbie
Autumn is……
Crispy colourful leaves crowding me
Conkers scattered
Acorns for the squirrels
Flying leaves
Amy
Crispy colourful leaves crowding me
Conkers scattered
Acorns for the squirrels
Flying leaves
Amy
Autumn is……
A palette of rainbow colours
A packet of crisps
Helicopters being shot down by the wind
A colourful whirlwind
A spine chilling season
Leaves twirling down from the trees
Sparkling stars on the grass
Rebecca
A palette of rainbow colours
A packet of crisps
Helicopters being shot down by the wind
A colourful whirlwind
A spine chilling season
Leaves twirling down from the trees
Sparkling stars on the grass
Rebecca
Autumn is……
Leaves falling
Conkers shiny
Drifting smoke
Warm and cosy
Crunchy piles
Cold and brisk morings
A painted rainbow
Deep red
Apple Pies
Dark skies
Hot stew
Log fires
Chelsea
Leaves falling
Conkers shiny
Drifting smoke
Warm and cosy
Crunchy piles
Cold and brisk morings
A painted rainbow
Deep red
Apple Pies
Dark skies
Hot stew
Log fires
Chelsea
Autumn is……
A cold, crispy night
Bonfires burning bright
Yellow and orange
A rainbow of colour
A blanket of foggy mist
A shiver of air
Brown leaves
Golden Willow trees
Chloe
A cold, crispy night
Bonfires burning bright
Yellow and orange
A rainbow of colour
A blanket of foggy mist
A shiver of air
Brown leaves
Golden Willow trees
Chloe
Autumn is……
Leafy, crispy colour
Full and cold
Lots of leaves around me
Lifting off the ground
All the way up in the foggy, cold, crispy
Red and brown leafy sky
Daniel
Leafy, crispy colour
Full and cold
Lots of leaves around me
Lifting off the ground
All the way up in the foggy, cold, crispy
Red and brown leafy sky
Daniel
Autumn is…..
The sound of crackling leaves
An orange blanket in the distance
A warm fire
A freshly baked apple pie
A yellow stream
Happiness
Conkers falling
Crisp brown
The smell of bonfires
Red silence
Danielle
The sound of crackling leaves
An orange blanket in the distance
A warm fire
A freshly baked apple pie
A yellow stream
Happiness
Conkers falling
Crisp brown
The smell of bonfires
Red silence
Danielle
Autumn is……
Autumn is fresh apple pie, topped with Cinnamon
It is a demon’s enemy, glowing like the sun up above
Twisted string embossed chime bars
Orange carpet of glory
Rainbow colour charts, glisten in the sunlight of glamour
The darks opposite
Childrens’ bed of leaves
Crisp orange
Sweet sugar glittering like polished sand grains
Colourful pot-pourri
Danielle
Autumn is fresh apple pie, topped with Cinnamon
It is a demon’s enemy, glowing like the sun up above
Twisted string embossed chime bars
Orange carpet of glory
Rainbow colour charts, glisten in the sunlight of glamour
The darks opposite
Childrens’ bed of leaves
Crisp orange
Sweet sugar glittering like polished sand grains
Colourful pot-pourri
Danielle
Autumn is……
A palette of paint
A giant’s blanket
A taste of apple pie for tea
An odour of smoke
A flaming dragon, burning the trees
A swirl of crispy leaves
Darcey
A palette of paint
A giant’s blanket
A taste of apple pie for tea
An odour of smoke
A flaming dragon, burning the trees
A swirl of crispy leaves
Darcey
Autumn is……
A shiver down your spine
A rainbow of leaves
Crisp
Golden yellow
Red, orange
Roaring wind
A frosted kingdom
Dominique
A shiver down your spine
A rainbow of leaves
Crisp
Golden yellow
Red, orange
Roaring wind
A frosted kingdom
Dominique
Autumn is……
Cold frost
Crispy leaves falling from nowhere
Mist through the foggy air
Brown, Orange, Red
Smoke from burning hot bonfires
Another world waiting to be discovered.
Hannah
Cold frost
Crispy leaves falling from nowhere
Mist through the foggy air
Brown, Orange, Red
Smoke from burning hot bonfires
Another world waiting to be discovered.
Hannah
Autumn is……
The hedgehog
A ghosts blow
An orange land
A red carpet
A silent world
Hibernation
Autumn is calm
A bonfire
A reflection of a forest
Jack
The hedgehog
A ghosts blow
An orange land
A red carpet
A silent world
Hibernation
Autumn is calm
A bonfire
A reflection of a forest
Jack
Autumn is……
Autumn is a crispy orange blanket covering the earth
Radiant with many bright colours
Golden helicopters float to the ground
The scent of wheat and Barley
Fruit harvested in the golden light of the sun
The aroma of fire fills the air as the smoke rises
The vivid pumpkins lie on the ground beside a stuffed scarecrow
The leaves expose their veins as they dry
Crisp and hard
I see the warm apple pie waiting for me on the window sill
Autumn is a crispy orange blanket covering the earth
Radiant with many bright colours
Golden helicopters float to the ground
The scent of wheat and Barley
Fruit harvested in the golden light of the sun
The aroma of fire fills the air as the smoke rises
The vivid pumpkins lie on the ground beside a stuffed scarecrow
The leaves expose their veins as they dry
Crisp and hard
I see the warm apple pie waiting for me on the window sill
Joel
Autumn is……
An orange kingdom
A blanket of leaves
Crispy earth
Freshly baked Apple Pie
Ruby, Amber, Tigers Eye
Conkers raining
Hibernation
Silence
Katana
An orange kingdom
A blanket of leaves
Crispy earth
Freshly baked Apple Pie
Ruby, Amber, Tigers Eye
Conkers raining
Hibernation
Silence
Katana
Autumn is……
Autumn is when leaves fall off the trees
Children kick the colourful leaves from the wet ground
They have leaf fights wearing their hats and scarves
Then stay inside and sit by the fire when it is cold
Kelly
Autumn is when leaves fall off the trees
Children kick the colourful leaves from the wet ground
They have leaf fights wearing their hats and scarves
Then stay inside and sit by the fire when it is cold
Kelly
Autumn is……
A taste of damp leaves
Multi-coloured air
An hors d’ouvre for winter
Crispy air
A palace of leaves
A race to Christmas
A parade of leaves dancing like ballerinas
Cold
Frosty
Levi
A taste of damp leaves
Multi-coloured air
An hors d’ouvre for winter
Crispy air
A palace of leaves
A race to Christmas
A parade of leaves dancing like ballerinas
Cold
Frosty
Levi
Autumn is……
A carpet of colours
A cold curtain pulled across my face
A world of leaves, red, yellow and gold
A patchwork quilt covering the ground
The sight of blazing bonfires burning as the night draws in
A rainbow paint palette
The smell of winter
Cold
Colourful
Lucy
A carpet of colours
A cold curtain pulled across my face
A world of leaves, red, yellow and gold
A patchwork quilt covering the ground
The sight of blazing bonfires burning as the night draws in
A rainbow paint palette
The smell of winter
Cold
Colourful
Lucy
Autumn is…..
Crunch and crisp
A whirl of cold fresh air brushes past my face as I step outside
Chocolate browns and golden yellows
Fiery colours surround me
Tender leaves beneath my feet
Gentle sounds of leaves falling
Perfect acorns lying still
As I carry on walking
Lucy
Crunch and crisp
A whirl of cold fresh air brushes past my face as I step outside
Chocolate browns and golden yellows
Fiery colours surround me
Tender leaves beneath my feet
Gentle sounds of leaves falling
Perfect acorns lying still
As I carry on walking
Lucy
Autumn is……
Red glistening fruit
Bonfires burning
A leaves worst fear
Leaves scattered like corpses after a war
Matthew
Red glistening fruit
Bonfires burning
A leaves worst fear
Leaves scattered like corpses after a war
Matthew
Autumn is……
An acorns bed in the leaves
An acorns bed in the leaves
The sound of munching crisps
A squirrels hide out for winter
A cackling audience listening to the wind
The smell of damp wood
Conkers dropping heavily to the ground
A field of golden yellow
Ripening red
Muddy brown
Shimmering gold
Mia
Autumn is……
A patchwork blanket
Paint splattered everywhere
The smell of ancient wood
A wet rainbow on the earth
A bonfire of leaves
A chameleon
Rustling leaves
The wind that sounds like children’s cries
Molly
A patchwork blanket
Paint splattered everywhere
The smell of ancient wood
A wet rainbow on the earth
A bonfire of leaves
A chameleon
Rustling leaves
The wind that sounds like children’s cries
Molly
Autumn is……
A crisp fresh land
A winter’s awakening
A summer’s sleep
A freshly baked apple pie
A trick or treater’s fun
A leaf’s death
A hedgehog
Natalie
A crisp fresh land
A winter’s awakening
A summer’s sleep
A freshly baked apple pie
A trick or treater’s fun
A leaf’s death
A hedgehog
Natalie
Autumn is……
Crispy,
A corridor full of colours
Leaves leaping to the ground
When twisted trees stand naked
Wind running through my hair
Rain crashing down
The air is perfumed with bonfires burning
The echo of the woodpecker
Rachel
Crispy,
A corridor full of colours
Leaves leaping to the ground
When twisted trees stand naked
Wind running through my hair
Rain crashing down
The air is perfumed with bonfires burning
The echo of the woodpecker
Rachel
Autumn is……
A palette of rainbow colours
A packet of crisps
Helicopters being shot down by the wind
A whirlpool of acorns and conkers
A spine chilling season
Leaves dancing their finale
Sparkling stars cover the grass
Rebecca
A palette of rainbow colours
A packet of crisps
Helicopters being shot down by the wind
A whirlpool of acorns and conkers
A spine chilling season
Leaves dancing their finale
Sparkling stars cover the grass
Rebecca
Autumn is……
A good feeling
Patterns in a painting
Crunchy crispy leaves
A corridor of colours
T-shirts off and jumpers on
Rainy days while the sun rests
Reice
A good feeling
Patterns in a painting
Crunchy crispy leaves
A corridor of colours
T-shirts off and jumpers on
Rainy days while the sun rests
Reice
Autumn is……
Diamonds glisten on the damp grass
Diamonds glisten on the damp grass
A colour filled planet
Walking in the light of the moon
A carpet of colours
A delicate world
Colours falling from the sky
Red, Brown and Yellow
Squirrels gathering food fo the long winter months
Birds prepare to fly south
Summer clothes exchanged for winter warmers
Warm breathe visible against the icy cold air
A bitter taste on the tongues of many
The countdown to Christmas has begun
Thomas
Spider's Web Poems
The Spider’s Dwelling
The spider toils for weeks making his wonderful web
It curls around like a whirlpool sucking the
Flies and moths into its beauty
It is delicate and precious like jewelry
Pearls sprinkle down upon it as dew drops form in The early morning mist
At last it is night and it glows brightly
Like a luminous necklace
A small child breaks it
Now the spider must start again
The spider toils for weeks making his wonderful web
It curls around like a whirlpool sucking the
Flies and moths into its beauty
It is delicate and precious like jewelry
Pearls sprinkle down upon it as dew drops form in The early morning mist
At last it is night and it glows brightly
Like a luminous necklace
A small child breaks it
Now the spider must start again
Natalie
The Spider’s Web
The spider waits in his comfy armchair for a new rival to stick to his web
A diamond necklace gleaming as the sun shone down
It’s like a whirlpool
Hung like the sun in the watery blue sky
It dangles from leaf to leaf
A fine thread of silk made like a work of art
The wind blows the web away and the spider starts all over again
The spider waits in his comfy armchair for a new rival to stick to his web
A diamond necklace gleaming as the sun shone down
It’s like a whirlpool
Hung like the sun in the watery blue sky
It dangles from leaf to leaf
A fine thread of silk made like a work of art
The wind blows the web away and the spider starts all over again
Abbie
The Spider’s Web
The droplets on the web look like beads on a necklace
The web sparkles in the sun
The web is used for catching flies or maybe even
A little surprise!
Amy
The droplets on the web look like beads on a necklace
The web sparkles in the sun
The web is used for catching flies or maybe even
A little surprise!
Amy
The Spider’s Web
The spider’s web is like a laced beaded curtain
It quivers dangerously as the wind blows
The spider hangs on for dear life as it weaves its shiny silk crystal cloth
Flies are fooled into the lacey deathtrap
They await the spider
As they know their lives are gone
How many more lives will be destroyed?
Becky
The spider’s web is like a laced beaded curtain
It quivers dangerously as the wind blows
The spider hangs on for dear life as it weaves its shiny silk crystal cloth
Flies are fooled into the lacey deathtrap
They await the spider
As they know their lives are gone
How many more lives will be destroyed?
Becky
The Spider’s Web
The long thin delicate web
Hangs from tree to tree
Along comes the small slow black spider
Crawling on the silky string
Whirling it around
Finishing the silver web
Chelsea
The long thin delicate web
Hangs from tree to tree
Along comes the small slow black spider
Crawling on the silky string
Whirling it around
Finishing the silver web
Chelsea
The Spider’s Web
The web looks like the glowing sun
So delicate with silver diamonds
It shimmers with the wind
It dangles like a bird flying through the air
The spider clings to his web
Awaiting its next tasty meal
It could be you!
Chloe
The web looks like the glowing sun
So delicate with silver diamonds
It shimmers with the wind
It dangles like a bird flying through the air
The spider clings to his web
Awaiting its next tasty meal
It could be you!
Chloe
The Spider’s Web
The beads of dew trickle
As the radiant sun awakens
It shines on the web
It sparkles like stars in the night sky
The delicate threads of beads
Gently sways in the wind
On the sleepy bushes
But where is the spider?
Danielle
The beads of dew trickle
As the radiant sun awakens
It shines on the web
It sparkles like stars in the night sky
The delicate threads of beads
Gently sways in the wind
On the sleepy bushes
But where is the spider?
Danielle
The Spider’s Web
A catching spinning cobweb
That tickles like a feather and all of a sudden it changes like the weather
A crawling little spider that runs across the web
He runs this way and that way
And then he goes to bed!
Daniel
A catching spinning cobweb
That tickles like a feather and all of a sudden it changes like the weather
A crawling little spider that runs across the web
He runs this way and that way
And then he goes to bed!
Daniel
The Spider’s Web
It twinkles in the twilight
Waterproof sequins shimmer like diamonds
Silver-threaded lattice allowing mirror-like reflections, that pass through the see-through mansion
Diamond pearls sparkle like glitter in the sunlight
The delicately patterned flycatcher drips
Dew clings on the sticky fragile web
As it glistens in the radiant sun
Danielle
It twinkles in the twilight
Waterproof sequins shimmer like diamonds
Silver-threaded lattice allowing mirror-like reflections, that pass through the see-through mansion
Diamond pearls sparkle like glitter in the sunlight
The delicately patterned flycatcher drips
Dew clings on the sticky fragile web
As it glistens in the radiant sun
Danielle
The Spider’s Web
A netted deathtrap for confused flies
A lacy embroidered bouncy trampoline
A sparkling hidden spring ready to uncoil
Carefully woven between sticks and leaves
Invisible to the human eye
The trap stays camouflaged
But soon it hangs with glimmering crystals
Darcy
A netted deathtrap for confused flies
A lacy embroidered bouncy trampoline
A sparkling hidden spring ready to uncoil
Carefully woven between sticks and leaves
Invisible to the human eye
The trap stays camouflaged
But soon it hangs with glimmering crystals
Darcy
The Spider’s Web
I see dew drops like glistening diamonds
Crisscrossed lines of lattice sways in the breeze
It’s like beaded gems hanging from laced net
Spiders draw the flies into their trap waiting to pounce
Woven silk hangs from the sparkling trees
Dominique
I see dew drops like glistening diamonds
Crisscrossed lines of lattice sways in the breeze
It’s like beaded gems hanging from laced net
Spiders draw the flies into their trap waiting to pounce
Woven silk hangs from the sparkling trees
Dominique
The Spider’s Web
Silver jewels grip on the web
Glowing lace covered in glitter
Stainless steel silky smooth
A whirlpool of desire
Whipping from side to side
The spider sways from left to right
A never ending spiral
A spider’s web
Jack
Silver jewels grip on the web
Glowing lace covered in glitter
Stainless steel silky smooth
A whirlpool of desire
Whipping from side to side
The spider sways from left to right
A never ending spiral
A spider’s web
Jack
The Spider’s Web
A sparkling thread that glistens in the sun
Jewels hanging down off it’s surface like ice crystals
This beautiful designs betrays it’s purpose
The insect graveyard is home to the spider
The web is torn by it’s meal and patiently it starts again
Joel
A sparkling thread that glistens in the sun
Jewels hanging down off it’s surface like ice crystals
This beautiful designs betrays it’s purpose
The insect graveyard is home to the spider
The web is torn by it’s meal and patiently it starts again
Joel
The Spider’s Web
The toiling spiders sacrifice their delicate, stunning webs for the monster moths
Silky spirals twist around the sleeping bush
Crystal drops like diamonds on a glittering ring
Delicate wisps hanging freely
Sprinkled in dew drops
Gripping onto the pearly spirals of beauty.
Katana
The toiling spiders sacrifice their delicate, stunning webs for the monster moths
Silky spirals twist around the sleeping bush
Crystal drops like diamonds on a glittering ring
Delicate wisps hanging freely
Sprinkled in dew drops
Gripping onto the pearly spirals of beauty.
Katana
The Spider’s Web
The spider web was hanging from an old, broken branch
The lazy, old spider was sitting on his web when suddenly he sneezed and flew off his sparkly web,
The raindrops shining on the web fell down and splashed on the spider’s head.
Kelly
The spider web was hanging from an old, broken branch
The lazy, old spider was sitting on his web when suddenly he sneezed and flew off his sparkly web,
The raindrops shining on the web fell down and splashed on the spider’s head.
Kelly
The Spider’s Web
The web holds tight to the ivy on the wall
Every time the wind blows it looks like the web is breathing
Death trap for flies
One silky thread like a violin string, Twang
A fly is trapped
The web gets it’s catch
Tender diamonds of prey.
Levi
The web holds tight to the ivy on the wall
Every time the wind blows it looks like the web is breathing
Death trap for flies
One silky thread like a violin string, Twang
A fly is trapped
The web gets it’s catch
Tender diamonds of prey.
Levi
The Spider’s Web
Hanging like a crystal chandelier
Beautiful beaded strings
So lacey and delicate
But in reality a spiteful cruel deathtrap
Attached to branches and dark gloomy corners waiting for its prey
Lucy
Hanging like a crystal chandelier
Beautiful beaded strings
So lacey and delicate
But in reality a spiteful cruel deathtrap
Attached to branches and dark gloomy corners waiting for its prey
Lucy
The Spider’s Web
The web swings in the breeze like an acrobat’s line
Like a fisherman’s net waiting for a catch
Like a spiraling whirlpool in a vast sea of leaves
It is the net of no return
The Mona Lisa of the hedgerow
It is as delicate as a snowflake in Winter
The insect graveyard
Matthew
The web swings in the breeze like an acrobat’s line
Like a fisherman’s net waiting for a catch
Like a spiraling whirlpool in a vast sea of leaves
It is the net of no return
The Mona Lisa of the hedgerow
It is as delicate as a snowflake in Winter
The insect graveyard
Matthew
The Spider’s Web
The transparent web glistening and glossy in the sun
It shines like beaded jewelry
Polished diamonds twinkling like stars in the sky
The spider spins his web like a cloth of wondrous thread
Sparkling jewels catching dreams
Mia
The transparent web glistening and glossy in the sun
It shines like beaded jewelry
Polished diamonds twinkling like stars in the sky
The spider spins his web like a cloth of wondrous thread
Sparkling jewels catching dreams
Mia
The Spider’s Web
The delicate beaded web springs slowly up and down
Dew drops like diamonds clasped to the lace
Soft threads made from transparent strands
In the cold wind the web slowly swings from side to side
As the lace swings it makes a swooshing sound
Singing a lullaby to unsuspecting flies
The delicate beaded web springs slowly up and down
Dew drops like diamonds clasped to the lace
Soft threads made from transparent strands
In the cold wind the web slowly swings from side to side
As the lace swings it makes a swooshing sound
Singing a lullaby to unsuspecting flies
Molly
The Spider’s Dwelling
The spider toils for weeks making his wonderful web
It curls around like a whirlpool sucking the
The spider toils for weeks making his wonderful web
It curls around like a whirlpool sucking the
Flies and moths into its beauty
It is delicate and precious like jewelry
Pearls sprinkle down upon it as dew drops form in The early morning mist
At last it is night and it glows brightly
Like a luminous necklace
A small child breaks it
Now the spider must start again
Natalie
It is delicate and precious like jewelry
Pearls sprinkle down upon it as dew drops form in The early morning mist
At last it is night and it glows brightly
Like a luminous necklace
A small child breaks it
Now the spider must start again
Natalie
The Spider’s Web
Sticky, sticky, sticky
Lots of silver lines
Stretching along the branches
Up the spider climbs
To where the fly is stuck
It must be dinner time!
Rachel
Sticky, sticky, sticky
Lots of silver lines
Stretching along the branches
Up the spider climbs
To where the fly is stuck
It must be dinner time!
Rachel
The Spider’s Web
When the springy web gets moved by the wind
It bounces like a pogo stick
The drops of diamondy dew
Make the web sparkle like silver and gold
The best fly catcher ever
Worth more than money could buy.
Reice
When the springy web gets moved by the wind
It bounces like a pogo stick
The drops of diamondy dew
Make the web sparkle like silver and gold
The best fly catcher ever
Worth more than money could buy.
Reice
The Spider’s Web
The cinnamon brown spider spins a sleek and velvety thread
The thread hangs lifelessly onto the spiky leaved bushes and the stone cold wall filling the crevice
between them
The drops of diamond dew hang like clothes on a washing line
The fragile and delicate web waves like a sail
The web glimmers and shines in the bright morning sun
A fly is wrapped like a Christmas present
The web sticks to anything it touches
As a twig falls the web suddenly SNAPS
Now the spider will have to revive its work
Thomas
The cinnamon brown spider spins a sleek and velvety thread
The thread hangs lifelessly onto the spiky leaved bushes and the stone cold wall filling the crevice
between them
The drops of diamond dew hang like clothes on a washing line
The fragile and delicate web waves like a sail
The web glimmers and shines in the bright morning sun
A fly is wrapped like a Christmas present
The web sticks to anything it touches
As a twig falls the web suddenly SNAPS
Now the spider will have to revive its work
Thomas
The Spider's Web
The lacey, shining web suspended beneath the tree
The delicate, beaded cotton
Crystal clear in the morning light ready to catch it's prey
Woven into a crystal chandelier
Rachel
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