The students in Aycliffe Drive English Creativity Classes have written some Autumn poems by looking closely at all aspects of the conkers.Autumn Conkers
The prickly, lime green cone rustles in the leaves as its world begins,
Its glossy inner shell is protected by the prickly packaged shielding,
As the shell divorces, it has a boot–polish shine
Its glossy inner shell is protected by the prickly packaged shielding,
As the shell divorces, it has a boot–polish shine
And it takes its first glimpse of the world
its shield torn apart.
its shield torn apart.
Daniella
The lime green shell opens as the conker takes a glimpse at the world,
It’s velvety, coconut blanket shelters the auburn treasure,
The shell sits on emerald leaves and is protected in luxury,
Glossy ,bronze conkers gleam as they sit in the sunshine,
The outer shell as prickly as a hedgehog,
Hot chocolate brown conker enveloped within,
The conker’s protection slowly withers,
As it sits alone on a blanket of leaves.
It’s velvety, coconut blanket shelters the auburn treasure,
The shell sits on emerald leaves and is protected in luxury,
Glossy ,bronze conkers gleam as they sit in the sunshine,
The outer shell as prickly as a hedgehog,
Hot chocolate brown conker enveloped within,
The conker’s protection slowly withers,
As it sits alone on a blanket of leaves.
Lauren
The barbed, lime green conker hung helplessly in the hovering trees,
Waving in the whistling wind.
The glimmering hot chocolate brown bodies, gradually peeping secretly to the world,
The deep shine mirror with sun beaming down on its face,
Wanting to unlock and start a new life.
In the gleaming hot sun, resting on a rainbow of colours cushioned on a patchwork quilt.
Gradually, a brand new quilt on the unlocked treasure chest.
Waving in the whistling wind.
The glimmering hot chocolate brown bodies, gradually peeping secretly to the world,
The deep shine mirror with sun beaming down on its face,
Wanting to unlock and start a new life.
In the gleaming hot sun, resting on a rainbow of colours cushioned on a patchwork quilt.
Gradually, a brand new quilt on the unlocked treasure chest.
Amy
A snowy white blanket imprisoning the conker under the paint pallet of leaves, Protected from the cold, light breeze,
Conkers at home dozing off in the pillow cased shell,
Conkers concealed in the packaged winter warm wonderland,
Succulent chocolate slippered in their home,
Shielded conkers different shapes and sizes,
Sheltered enveloped trying to catch a glimpse of the new world with its deep shined eyes,
The shrivelled wizened hand grasping for life,
Auburn eyes, eclipsed sphere.
Jack Price
The conkers live in luxury, a lovely hot chocolate brown,
Gleaming pillowed balls revealed to the world,
The inner shell is light and milky to protect its little treasure,
The prickly lime green shell awakening peeping sleepily,
Taking its first glimpse of the world with its big blinking eye,
The leaves and twigs surround it looking on angrily,
Wondering why they can’t live in such luxury,
The ripe split shell looking, staring at everything around it,
The wrinkled withered face,
Grinning a toothless grin,
It’s coming toward the end of its life,
The rest of the conkers saddened, saddened, saddened,
But a new life will begin.
Gleaming pillowed balls revealed to the world,
The inner shell is light and milky to protect its little treasure,
The prickly lime green shell awakening peeping sleepily,
Taking its first glimpse of the world with its big blinking eye,
The leaves and twigs surround it looking on angrily,
Wondering why they can’t live in such luxury,
The ripe split shell looking, staring at everything around it,
The wrinkled withered face,
Grinning a toothless grin,
It’s coming toward the end of its life,
The rest of the conkers saddened, saddened, saddened,
But a new life will begin.
Nicola
Lime green spears fall to the Autumn ground,
Feeling nothing, wearing soldiers’ hard helmet,
Revealing the toasted, smooth, round chocolate,
The spiky case finally unlocks,
An eye begins to peep to the world,
Surrounded by a cosy, creamy blanket,
Outer shells shrinking as the auburn conker is born,
Deep shine, mirror smooth conker starts the adventure in new world,
Roasted claws gouge their way through the golden leaves,
Glimmering sun suddenly appears shining down on the
burnished conker,
Rolling down the hill the polish shine boot is forever lost in
the leaves.
Feeling nothing, wearing soldiers’ hard helmet,
Revealing the toasted, smooth, round chocolate,
The spiky case finally unlocks,
An eye begins to peep to the world,
Surrounded by a cosy, creamy blanket,
Outer shells shrinking as the auburn conker is born,
Deep shine, mirror smooth conker starts the adventure in new world,
Roasted claws gouge their way through the golden leaves,
Glimmering sun suddenly appears shining down on the
burnished conker,
Rolling down the hill the polish shine boot is forever lost in
the leaves.
Kelly
As the lime green hedgehog fall to the ground,
The glossy, chocolate-brown conker looks around,
Peeking, nearly awake the conker sits in luxury,
As the prickly wrinkled shell cracks apart.
Cushioned in the soft creamy blanket,
The conker wakens,
So smooth it slips away from its bruised shell.
The glossy, chocolate-brown conker looks around,
Peeking, nearly awake the conker sits in luxury,
As the prickly wrinkled shell cracks apart.
Cushioned in the soft creamy blanket,
The conker wakens,
So smooth it slips away from its bruised shell.
Tilly
Lime green trees sway,
The conker drops suddenly,
The eyes blink taking quick peeps at their new surroundings,
And home,
Reluctant to leave their luxurious warmth,
The bronze glimmer reflecting in the sun,
Melting the chocolate treasure,
Softly leaves fall one by one
Onto the cradling fingers of the leaves
Out rolls the precious treasure
Ashlea
