Christmas Short Stories

At present the G & T group are working on creating a book of short stories for children about Christmas or winter. They have written their stories either individually or in pairs and we are now typing them up and drawing the pictures to illustrate them. They are hoping to be able to sell these at the Christmas Fair in November. They will also be reading these stories to the children around the school. A whole variety of story plots have been created and I am looking forward to being able to publish them on the web!

Peacock Poems

These poems were inspired by looking carefully at photos of the peacock and close ups of the beautiful feathers.

We planned our poems by looking firstly at the colours, then the patterns. We then went onto thinking about movement and character before considering the uses made of these beautiful feathers, and any mystical slant we may want to add to create our poem.

The poems are written in free verse but some of the children used their planning to make them into Cinquain Poetry.

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The Peacock

The Peacock,
The majestic Emperor of the land,
The million teardrop eyes,
Weary of staring through time,
The fan of feathers attracting passers-by,
His crown placed perfectly on his head,
The iridescent sapphire blue glowing softly.

George

The Peacock

Blue, orange, green and gold,
With their tails fanning out behind them,
Like a veil,
Until they lift them and an arch of colour evolves,
Tall, glamorous and elegant when they strut,
With the eyes on their feathers,
Watching you as you stare in amazement.

Chloe

The Peacock

The emerald body shimmies in the light,
He starts to walk elegantly,
Circles within circles,
Colours shine proudly,
Spring blue eyes look like a mask,
His head dancing like an Egyptian,
Feathers with eyes that stare back at you.

Chloe

The Peacock

Shimmering yellow in the sky,
Aqua blue in your eye,
His rainbow arch a festival green,
The elegant beast walks with a gleam,
It has a mask that’s snowy white,
Delicate circles, Oh so bright,
Shimmering shells in it’s eye,
As it looks up in the sky,
It has beautiful quills
As precious as treasure,
A colourful cloak hiding such pleasure,
And inside this quilt
Is a Peacock

Janna

The Peacock

Silvery feathers glimmer in the night,
All of them shining bright,
Look at how he shows them off,
Standing proud,
Looking beautiful,
His all-seeing eyes sparkle in the moonlight,
What a wonderful sight.

Tess

The Peacock

Sparkling eye like a crystal ball,
Wavy tail like the sea,
Walks like a majestic King,
A petrol blue flair,
Dancing elegantly from left to right,
A glittering green walks away in the sunset.

Alfie Rolfe

Peacock
Magical Blue,
Beautiful bright feathers,
Elegant, graceful, very smart,

Wise.

The Peacock

Peacock, Peacock, your colours are fine,
That lovely sea blue, I wish you were mine
Your beautiful patterns look like a rainbow,
With wonderful colours of green, blue and yellow,
Your movement is beautiful, elegant and proud,
And the sound of your cry is so very loud,
Your eyes are magical and wonderful green
You really are a sight to be seen.

Daniel

Peacock
Magical blue,
Hopping like a Kangaroo,
A happy, excited, strutting,

Bird

The Peacock

Sea blue circles,
King of blue,
Woven feathers,
As beautiful as a royal King,
Finest beautiful feathers,
Magical quills,
He hides his face with a mystical mask.

Thomas

The Peacock

Deep sea-blue eyes staring at the sun,
Elegant feathers, emerald green,
Treasure like glamorous gold,
Quill covered decoration,
Emerald green.

Alex

The Peacock

Peacock, oh peacock,
What beautiful feathers you have,
Sapphire blue,
Emerald green,
Auburn orange and
Purple amethyst,
Open your tail,
Like a fabulous gigantic fan Chinese fan,
Circles within circles,
Like magical all-seeing eyes.
Your feathers are magic,
Sort after quills,
Every letter written is
A different mystical colour.
Oh peacock, oh peacock,
You are such a show off,
Elegant, haughty and proud.

Amy Arthur

Peacock
Colourful bird,
Elegant and graceful,
Show off, superior and proud,
Peacock

The Peacock

This beautiful bird is a lovely sea blue,
It’s masked black eyes seeing right through you,
It is arrogant and proud, and shouts very loud,
It’s feathers with a thousand eyes,
Open up with surprise,
Overlapping as they strut,
It’s eyes closed shut,
The magical feathers bring romance to females,
When dropped as a gift from their rainbow tails.

Luke

The Peacock

White faces like snow,
A rainbow of eyes,
The star of the show,
And King of all the animals,
Diesel green body,
Jewel encrusted feathers,
Like a veil of mystery,
The metallic emeralds glimmer.
Feathers lapping each other like waves,
A lost feather a healing remedy for the phoenix,
A peacock’s favourite friend.

Jack

The Peacock

The peacock stands like a soldier,
Dressed in sapphire blue,
It shows off it’s beautiful emerald green umbrella,
Where golden raindrops fall,
It’s crown on the back of his head,
He is as proud as a King.

Lewis

The Peacock

The peacock strides in silence,
His lacy train following behind,
All seeing eyes staring,
The hundreds of eyes of the giant Argos,
It’s plumage iridescent like a dragonfly,
His round firm head crowned with a tufted Mohican.

He is the King of feathers,
As he struts majestically,
Sauntering in full regalia like a newly crowned Maharaja,
The dull, muddy peahens take hardly any notice,
He tries to impress with his loud screeching call,
Whilst nodding cheekily as if a dancing Egyptian.

Staring at other silent birds,
His shining emerald, gold azure markings,
Like a charm to protect it’s wearer,
A symbol of Divinity, rank and power,
He is a lively landscape,
The guard to the gates of Paradise.

Vicky

The Peacock

The Peacock gracefully walks lavishly in the lemon sunlight,
It’s neck coloured blue like the tropical seas,
It’s head up looking around majestically,
It’s metallic iridescent body glistens in the daylight,
A turquoise feathery fan suddenly appears like a carnival headdress,
Each feathers eye has a secret behind it but what?

Molly

The Peacock

A walking rainbow,
An Egyptian Pharaoh
With his headdress of colourful feathers and precious
gems,
He drops his feathers as he struts regally,
The Pixies come out to collect them for their magical
powers.
He reveals the veil of a beautiful cloak,
Trailing along the emerald green grass,
A carnival of rainbows with a hundred eyes,
A forest of multi-coloured feathers,
What lies at the end of this magical rainbow?

Dominique

The Peacock

It’s body so navy blue, like the glistening sea
swaying gently,
Feathers emerald green a neck of gold,
A festival of eyes watching you,
It’s tail arched like a rainbow,
Lacy threads woven,
Proud but cheekily he nods his head,
Dancing like an Egyptian God,
But in the end a feather stands
All alone on display,
Turning old and dusty by the minute.

Lucy

The Peacock

Shimmering feathers of turquoise blue and emerald
greens,
The peacock displays his fan,
The colours magnificent like oil on water.

Strutting showing off to the world,
He is the most handsome bird around,
Moving this way and that for all to see.

He is the king with the crown on his head,
Respected like royalty,
The title is his alone,
Stepping out like a pompous King.

Matthew

The Peacock

Many colours can be seen,
Mainly blue with tints of green,
Pearlescent colours match my eyes,
Feathers glistening
What a surprise.

Standing proud with headdress bold,
Semi-circular eyes in every fold,
The male peacock stating his claim,
The female, although graceful, not the same.

The peacocks tail has plates of illusion,
So many colours it causes confusion,
He walks so very tall and vain,
As he struts his way around the field again.

Riece

The Peacock

Metallic feathers
sway in the wind,
A fan of colours
gleam in the sun.

A sapphire crown
sits on his head,
A long robe trails behind
As he parades to his wedding.

A million shining eyes
Glow like the silver stars,
Looking into a future,
That we cannot see.

Lucy

The Peacock

The peacock's bright feathers are like a tropical ocean,
Proudly strolls showing off his grand feathers,
She looks like an Egyptian King
Her arch of feathers, like a rainbow fan glistening in the sunlight,
It's lacy multicoloured circles look like a hundred eyes,
The peacock's tail, like a brides veil,
The graceful peacock,
the most important of all the land.

Rebecca

The Peacock

The fan opened,
One million eyes stare,
Circles overlapping circles,
Showing off it’s feathered headdress,
Proud of who it is
Performing it’s exotic Egyptian dance,
It’s golden feathers gleam in the sunlight,
The eyes, shining black pearls,
It’s glistening chest protrudes,
A mask of a zebra,
Golden treasure hidden beneath.

Rachel

The Peacock

Feathers like sapphire seas,
Turquoise lace covering eyes,
Metallic jade glides over it’s glistening neck,
It’s eyes like jet black dart boards,
With piercing white scars around them.

As feathers drop from it’s magnificent body,
Their magic calls to the Pixies,
Who climb aboard and fly away,
More and more feathers drop
And are taken away for uses to us unkown.

Natalie

The Peacock

The peacock stands tall and proud,
His blue and green feathers stand out from the crowd,
He unwraps his wings for us all to see,
The beautiful colours so bright and feathery.

As we sit and wait for the peacocks eyes to illuminate,
Feathers so tall and head held high,
What a magnificent bird,
All the other birds cry.

Chelsea

The Peacock

Golden yellow,
Sapphire blue eyes,
On the beautiful emerald,
Magical,
Iridescent green feathers,
The graceful, pompous peacock,
Walking like an Egyptian King,
With a crown of beautiful blue,
A hundred feathers,
A million eyes,
A forest of feathers, a carnival of rainbows.

Darcey

The Peacock

As the peacock gracefully roamed,
Many heads would turn as it’s plate of illusion was lifted,
Then it’s crown would sit perched.

As it shows off, many people would glance,
And watch such pride and beauty,
As it takes big deep strides into mating territory.

Eyes would lift as the magnificent heads float in mid-air,
As it’s emerald and gold cape is lifted,
As choices are made the king is left with no partner.

And so the magnificent creature slowly fades,
You see him slumped,
As he looks away, back to his home,
For yet another season.

Ryan

The Peacock

Turquoise blue,
Shimmering green,
Raindrop eyes.
An arched rainbow,
The peacock drops it’s tail like a wedding veil,
It poses like a celebrity.

The shell like feathers petrol blue,
Then a gently glowing green,
Nodding softly,
Which of these is it really?

The Peacock

The emerald green peacock
Hops around
Proud and showing off
Trailing his fan like lace behind him

His tail feathers always watching you
From a distance,
With his bright colourful eyes,
His all-seeing eyes
Disguised with a magical mask.

Kelly

Peacock,
Magical blue,
Feathery tail trailing,
Travelling around feeling proud,

King.

The Peacock

A lovely King of wonderful colours,
Always self-conscious,
Never stopping to say ‘Hello’.

Reece

The Peacock

Emerald feathery skin,
With a white and black hard mask,
Aqua blue, silky chest,
Overlapping, swirling feathers,
A thousand eyes are looking at you,
How do they grow such colourful feathers?
I see a huge rainbow as he shows off his plumage,
Like a light to the peahens.

Charlie

The Peacock

It can watch you from behind,
Using it’s aqua jade eyes,
It romantically walks with pride,
Circles within circles keeping their eyes on you,
Sometimes he walks with his tail down
And appears to be very sad,
Sometimes he walks
With his tail fanned like a headdress,
He is such a beautiful bird.

Hannah

The Peacock,

Alexander the Great was so amazed
When he saw these birds,
He threatened any one who maimed or killed them
With heavy torture, not empty words.

The peacock was the bird of Hera,
She herself the Queen of the Gods,
It’s remarkable colours and patterns
Spreading starrily as it nods.

Before the beginning of rainfall,
Peacocks utter an unpleasant wail or cry,
Adorned with eye-like markings
At night they like to roost up high.

Fiery feathers are renewed each year,
A jewelled fan of sapphires, emeralds and gold,
Extravagant, exotic, exciting,
Many stories of them are told!

Jake

The Peacock

Feathers shine like sapphire seas,
Turquoise laces covered in eyes,
Beautiful metallic eyes glaring,
Aqua blue,
A continuous rainbow rising high,
Opens it’s wonderful arc of beauty,
A king, walking regally to his palace.

Mia

The Peacock

It’s mask as white as glistening snow,
It’s tail like a carnival headdress,
Trailing like a wedding veil,
A proud peacock nodding cheekily

It’s tail a clash of petrol blue and emerald green,
It’s body the colour of Azure seas,
It’s raindrop eyes so beautiful and jet black.

Sophie

The Peacock

Eyes,
A million eyes,
Arched turquoise rainbow,
A fan of colours,
A forest of emerald feathers,
Sapphire rainbow drops,
Lacy, multicoloured,
A festival of eyes.

Becky

The Peacock

Glistening green and amber yellow,
Circles on stripes, chestnut brown and turquoise blue,
As it’s pyramid body proudly shows itself off,
The hundreds of eyes watching everything,
The feathered tail could be used for a queen.

Kyle

Spring Term 07 Various Poems

Love

The power of love is as strong as diamonds,
As soon as that one most beautiful person catches your eye
Like a bullet you know she is the one for you,
To hold when you are falling,
Her eyes that sparkle brightly in the sunlight,
Her touch is as soft as feathers from a dove,
Her kiss will hypnotize you for a lifetime,
And you will never let go of her,
But you know even if you never see her again
Your love for her will keep running.

Ryan

Seasons

I wake up to spring
I can hear the birds sing,
The bright sun and the chill in the air,
The flowers start to bloom,
Pink blossom everywhere

Spring has gone and summer’s here,
I hear the children playing near,
Sounds of laughter, it’s time for fun,
I can’t wait to play and enjoy the sun

Today it’s fall, and I’m having a ball,
Autumn leaves fall, while the trees stand tall
Bright vivid colours, red, gold and brown
Children playing with leaves on the ground

Winter is here, there’s a chill in the air,
Crisp white snow lies everywhere,
The snow is bright and shines like a light
Slowly melting into the night.

Alycia

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Thanks to the daughters of Eve and Sons of Adam
The war between Narnians was eventually fathomed

The oldest was Peter who fought through the night
He was courageous and brave to get involved in the fight

Susan was told off for touching the historical art
She was beautiful, kind and ever so smart

Edmond was imprisoned by the wicked Queen
The beavers that saved him were never mean

Lucy, she was so honest and sweet
She saved the lives of the people who had been beat

The wicked White Witch dwelled in a castle of ice
She’s mean and cruel and definitely not nice!

Aslan the lion killed the White Witch
For Aslan he had won, but for the Pevensies it had only begun

Dominique

My Furry Alarm Clock

He climbs into my bed at half past twelve,
He pounces and knocks things off my shelves
He parks himself on top of my feet
He hisses and growls, then rips up my sheet

He falls asleep while purring quite loudly
He later wakes up and stretches proudly
He licks my face and creeps up my body
He claws my school clothes and makes them look shabby

He follows me as we walk down the stairs
He disappears into his own secret lair
He later appears with a smile on his face
He makes me canter as he picks up the pace

He scratches the food cupboard but it has been wired!
He looks at me sweetly but I decide I’m too tired
He tries to escape but the door is locked
He is my cat and he’s my furry alarm clock!

Abbie

Sounds All Around Us

Loud and low
You can shout or moan
Calm and quiet
Don’t make a riot!
Chitter chatter, does it matter?
We’re always talking
Even when we’re walking
Everybody’s screaming
Please say I’m dreaming

Lucy

The Beach

The golden sands relax
As the beautiful waves roll on top of them
The palm trees sway
As the calm wind rushes through them
They whisper secrets to each other.
The ice cream carts giggle as the children choose their ice creams
Suddenly darkness falls
Everything goes to sleep but the waves
Still stroke the golden sands.

Danielle

Drama Queen

The throbbing pain,
I can feel it crawling up my wrist,
My sight becomes blurred,
Tears trickle vertically down my face.
I look gloomily below,
Glaring at my splintered wound,
My cheeks become red and hot,
I try to fight the pain.

Pouring red blood oozes out with my splinter
Bringing relief and happiness to my thoughts,
I thought I wouldn’t last another hour,
But that has all changed thoroughly.
I tugged on my mum’s coat sleeve,
Pressured tears burst onto my skin

“Here it’s alright,
Stop being a drama Queen,
It will be better in no time,
Just run it under cold water.”

I am NOT a drama Queen!!

Danielle

The Dragon

It has burning fiery eyes
Gleaming fire rushing out of its mouth
It’s scaly red body as dirty as ever,
The wings are flapping everywhere
It’s really angry, so watch out!
It lurks round every corner
But my Mum always come back in time for tea!

Darcey

The House

The creaky house sits and stares,
The windows are broken like razor sharp teeth,
Gleaming fire is burning behind the crumbling door
The walls are wooden stiff, painted black
The roof is raw with sun-blistered paintwork,
Out of the fearsome chimney smoke puffs like a sleeping dragon,
The years pass but nothing changes
Except………..one girl entered
And never returned!

Darcy

If I were an Animal….

If I were an animal I would be
A Kangaroo who sits up a tree,
If I were an animal I would be
A baby bear around for tea
If I were an animal I would be
An orange dog who swims in the sea
If I were an animal I would be
A little bird that has to sneeze
If I were an animal I would be
Nobody except me!

Darcey

Shoes

I’m bright red and I small of leather
I’m shiny and new,
I’ve just been wrapped up in a beautiful box,
I travel the long journey to my new home.
I walk the streets
Traveling to shops all over town
My colour is fading
I begin to tramp the streets tiredly
I’m old and dirty
I’m a shoe

Lucy

Dragon

It has eyes of flame,
Claws like the blade of a knife,
Green scaly skin,
It’s a giant of terror and fear,
Oh I do so hate my Mum!

Lucy

If I were an animal….

If I were an animal I would be
An elephant lying in a tree
If I were an animal I would be
A tiger sitting down for tea

If I were an animal I would be
A bear taking honey form the bees,
If I were an animal I would be
A penguin dancing happily

Lucy

I Have a Secret

I have a secret I hold with me,
Should I keep it or set it free,
To my friend I could tell,
She might have one for me as well,
But should I keep it and hold it tight,
And let it sleep with me every night?

Chelsea

Dark Alley

Suspiciously mind blowing,
Animals stalling,
Rats and spiders scatter through the darkness,
The mess is totally appalling

A mischievous place,
Full of watchful eyes,
That jump out in front of you,
Like a devil’s surprise

A scary monster that comes out at night,
It screeches when you walk,
If you come out quick enough
A lesson will be taught

Dangerously petrifying,
If you live in this home,
It’s full of deadly things,
That you would have never known.

Natalie

It Hurts, It Hurts!

It hurts, it hurts!
What’s wrong?
I cut myself….ow, it hurts
How?
It hurts too much to explain….it hurts!
Stop whining
It’s bleeding….it hurts
Stop being such a drama Queen!
But Mum….ow it hurts
It’s only a scratch
But, but…….it hurts!

Dominique

Tornado

It destroys everything
In it’s way,
The whirling monster
Twists and turns,
Cars fly through the air
Like birds in flight,
Everything is demolished
People hear the siren
They rush to safety
It’s too late, people are caught!
People scream as
Their loved ones get carried off,
By the whirling monster
The storm ends
People breathe a sigh of relief!

Danielle

The Dark Alley

The dark, dark alley,
Is very, very scary,
I saw a rat,
Then a bat,
Now there’s a cat!

When I was Young

When I was young I had a cardboard boat,
That sailed the seven seas searching for dragons to slay,
Coloured blankets were used for an African tent,
At night I would climb a steep mountain to my bed,
I would dream all night where I could go tomorrow.

Molly

Dragon in the Shed

The noises started in the shed,
Moaning and groaning, bang and crash.
I could see dragon shaped shadows
Through the dirty glass,
Lights flashed like yellow fire.
Oh No!...It’s coming out,
The door creaked as it opened,
As I hid behind the apple tree and froze with fright,
I peeped round and I could see him come towards me,
It was only Dad!

Molly

If I were an animal

If I were an animal I would be a gorilla that picks at fleas,
If I were an animal I would be a shark that lives under the sea,
If I were an animal I would be a bear that steals honey form bees,
If I were an animal I would be an elephant that likes to sit in a tree,
If I were an animal I would be a penguin that slides down slopes on his tummy!

Molly

Teacher Talk

Why do teachers talk so much
And make the children sleep?
They talk without taking a breath,
We’d rather count some sheep.

They talk and talk and talk and talk,
Until they’ve lost their voice
Then they use it as an excuse
For bunking off their course.

They talk until the children snooze,
And then they shout at them,
But all the kids have nothing to lose,
It’s not their fault teachers, it’s you!

They talk and talk with all their might
Until at last it’s lunchtime
If I could write what they say in a day
It’ll probably take four fortnights!

They talk and talk and talk and talk,
Until finally one day,
Their tongues can’t bear it any more
And decide to run away!

A word of caution to all teachers,
Quickly it’s not too late,
Remember to think about what you say,
And do not bore the kids away,

NOW THAT’S YOUR HOMEWORK FOR TODAY!

Joel

The Gibberdonk

The Gibberdonk has fluffy fur,
And if you stroke it, it will purr,
But if you touch it’s face,
It will hit you with a mace!

The Gibberdonk has bright blue eyes,
But if you stare you will despise,
Your best friend
Will drive you round the bend.

The Gibberdonk’s favourite food,
Which it will regurgitate once chewed,
Is human with
A touch of Cumin!

The last most noticeable fact,
So please take note to remain intact,
Is it’s tail,
Which if you cut off will get you in jail!

If I were an animal ….
If I were an animal I would be,
A penguin with two massive feet,
I would swim through the sea,
Through the city of Atlanta,
And then I would be a frog,
And drink lots of Fanta,
I would widen my chest
And float to the top,
Then I would
Be an owl,
Who wants to be a cop.

Jack

Storm

The storm is a wolf
Tearing and ripping the sky
Roaring like thunder.

Jack

Lynx

A lynx
A pouncing cat
As elegant as a swan
As colourful as a great reef
A lynx

Jack

The Cat

The cat
Ready to pounce
A killer cat always
Maybe later…I need to rest
The cat

Jack

Strawberries

Sumptious and lovely
Tastes so sweet
Ruby Red
All of them a special treat
Watery splendour
Berry bliss
Everlasting sensation
Ripe and juicy
Ready and waiting
Yummy to eat

So enjoy!

Dominique

If I were an animal I would be..

If I were an animal I would be
A monkey that drank green tea,
Swimming in the water,
Dancing with the fish,
If I were a monkey that would be my wish.

Daisie

Flowers

Funky fragrance
Lovely to look at
On display for you to see
Wonderful colours, red, pink and mauve
Even if they’re artificial they are great
Roses are my favourite
Stylish and pretty.

Daisie

Under the Kitchen Table

A serpent’s cave
Covered in wet golden sand,
A big lorry
Flashing red and yellow,
A secret hide out
No grown ups allowed,
An ambulance
Rushing my cousins to hospital,
A water palace
Filled with mermaids and dolphins,
A mystery land
With unicorns and fairies,
A haunted castle
Filled with scary ghosts.

Katana

I Have a Secret

I have a secret,
The most important secret of all,
Only I know the secret
That everyone wants to know.
I can whisper you the secret,
If you promise not to tell,
The secret is so fantasizing,
It’s a secret you’d want to yell.
This secret can only be heard,
This secret cannot be seen,
From a secret like this there’s a lot to be learned,
Your ears can hear the secret only.
I am about to tell you the best secret of all,
That cannot even be seen through a crystal ball,
Here it comes,
It’s what we’ve been waiting for,
The secret is…….

Abbie

If I were an animal I would be…..

If I were an animal I would be,
A bottle-nosed dolphin swimming in the sea,
Diving in and out of the water, warning off sharks,
Watching fish leap and play in their own miniature parks.

I would hate the trainers who make wild dolphins work,
I would hate the vicious predators that roam and lurk,
I would love the people who set us free,
If they were us they would get the same treat.

The problem is that I’m not as dolphin,
Or any creature of that sort,
I’m just human,
With legs not fins, leaping not diving and playing sports.

Abbie

If I Had a Magical Potion

If I had a magical potion,
I would turn myself into a fly,
Travel the world like a private spy,
Soaring high in the big blue sky,
Observing everybody’s moves,
Watching and listening,
Enjoying the views,
Time in motion,
Oh how I wish I had a magical potion!

Lucy

It Hurts!

It happened one minute ago
in the garden on the steps,
Quick, call a Doctor, no an ambulance,
There’s blood everywhere,
I’m going to die, I’m only young,
Help!
Oh! Here comes Mum to save my life,
A plaster, a big one, I hope it’s not broken,
Wait! A plaster? Surely that’s not right,
I need stitches!
Oh! A lollipop, strawberry, my favourite,
Perhaps I’ll live after all!

Lucy

I Had a Secret

I had a secret,
Do you want to know?
Chocolate and sweets or yummy treats,
Family and friends sometimes go round the bend,
Now it’s time for this secret to come to an end.

Lucy

Dragon…

A breath of fire,
Scaly back and pointy teeth,
Roars out loud to everyone,
Bald head with a big nose to match it,
Filled with plain evilness,
Scowling down upon you,
His face is red,
You know….my teacher is SO annoying!

Rachel

Fred

I have eyes of flame and live in Kuchunga,
My mother says I look ten years younger,
I’m black with blue spots form head to toe,
While I’m watching television I always sew,
I’m cross-eyed, with two left feet,
My favourite food is red meat,
I blubber out the things I say,
And never know what bills to pay,
My universe is pink and white,
And once you see it you’ll get quite a fright,
You know what my name is,
My mates call me Fred.

Rachel

The Dark Alley

Ahead looks spooky,
Dark and gloomy,
Silence fills the air,
I’ve got to go through, if I dare.

I can see cobwebs with spiders hanging low,
Making my path so difficult to go,
Bats flapping their wings close to my head,
I wish there was another route instead!

If I Had a Magical Potion

If I had a magical potion,
I would make it for me to drink,
If it worked I would shrink,
My Hotwheel cars I could then drive,
Zooming around in my new Aston Martin DB9,
I would give some potion to one of my friends,
To drive the Corvette, we would race around the bends.

Jack Frost

A boy named Jack comes throughout the nasty night,
As he comes he blows the freezing frost,
It spreads form car to car,
Then he flies away in the midnight sky,
People wake to find it slippy,
And really very nippy,
Oh Jack Frost stay away.

Chloe

A Fantastic Job

As I blast the ball,
The crowd were relying on me to score,
So were my mates.
It flew away into the goal,
“Goal”
The crowd were roaring.
I celebrated my fabulous goal,
Ronaldo, Henry and Roony celebrated with me.
That was my hat-trick,
I was proud of myself,
It was the ninetieth minute.
The ref blew his whistle,
It was over,
Four, two, to us,
I felt as happy as the crowd were,
It made my liver quiver,
And my knees freeze!

Jack

The Demon Teacher

Her eyes are like balls of lave
Raining from a volcano,
Her shriek hickles like a cranky old witch,
When she is angry her face goes bright,
And steam spits out of her ears.
She steams at you like a bull
And fire is squirting from her nostrils,
But deep down you know,
She is the teacher you dream about.

Magic Potion

If I had a magic potion
I would change these things,
My teacher would no longer shout,
And I could fly with wings,
School work would be easy,
Homework already done,
Children would always be happy,
Having lots of fun.
I could eat sticky sweets and
My teeth would never be rotten,
All the naughty things I’ve done
Would always be forgotten.
So if I had a magic potion,
How happy I would be,
For then I could eat chocolate,
For breakfast, dinner and tea!

Hannah

Nightmare School

I go to a school called the Nightmare School,
Where creepy crawlies are on every wall,
There are bats in the corners and spiders on the floor,
Ghosts in the classrooms hiding behind the door.

Witches amd wizards making nasty spells,
Brewing potions with horrible smells,
There are blood and bones in every room,
And witches flying about on their brooms,

Slugs and snails leave a slimy trail,
And rats and lizards run around
With no tails,
And that is why they call it…
THE NIGHTMARE SCHOOL!

Amy

If I Were an Animal…

Lions roar,
Monkeys eat bananas,
Bears growl,
Dogs can bark,
Is that all they do?
Well if I were an animal
I would be a hyena that can laugh,
Or a dolphin that can perform tricks!

Kelly

Little Whale

Little whale, little,
Swimming in the sea,
Oh flap your tail
Little whale
And swim to me.
Little whale, little whale,
What small fins you’ve got,
You are so small in the vast sea,
Really just a dot!

Daniel

What do Animals Do?

Monkeys like jumping through the trees,
Fishes are swimming through the seas,
Crocodiles love to bite,
While chameleons quickly disguise.

Lions are fond of eating meat,
They hide in the grass and then they leap,
Hippos like to stomp their feet in the water,
But are really finding fish to slaughter.

Cheetahs are extremely fast,
But dogs just sit and bark,
The bears have lots of hair,
And the birds dance in mid-air.

Snakes are slimy and like to swirl,
But they also like to curl,
Turtles enjoy life in a shell,
And when they have races don’t do very well!

Kieran

My Unusual Pet

Once there was an unusual pet,
Who had a fear of going to the vet,
The reason for this pet’s fear,
Is because he only had one ear.

He had more legs than any others,
Not like the rest of his brothers,
One eye bigger than the other,
Who was very scared of his mother.

His nose as big as an anteater,
He could run as fast as a cheetah,
His unusual size head
was bigger than your bed!

His really long tail
was as long as a whale,
Let me introduce you to
My pet rabbit,
His name is Tablet.

Chloe

Spring

Orange, red, yellow, green,
Different flowers everywhere to be seen,
So prettyful to look at,
The sun so bright, the sky so new,
Brightens up the day when you’re feeling blue,
The grass so green, the trees so tall,
With little hopping rabbits so tiny and small,
The soft, fluffy clouds filling the sky,
With little white birds gliding by.

Mia

The Ocado Man

Oh the Ocado man,
Didn’t deliver down my way,
The CFC was late,
The vans didn’t get passed the gate.

Oh stupid, stupid, stupid man,
Stupid, stupid man,
Oh stupid, stupid, stupid man,
Who broke the conveyer belt!

Oh the Ocado man,
Should have delivered form five to six,
It’ now past midnight,
Oh fiddlesticks!

Oh stupid, stupid, stupid man,
Stupid, stupid man,
Oh stupid, stupid, stupid man,
Who broke the conveyer belt!

Oh the Ocado man,
Has finally arrived,
The eggs were at the bottom,
Half of it was forgotten!

Oh stupid, stupid, stupid man,
Stupid, stupid man,
Oh stupid, stupid, stupid man,
Who broke the conveyer belt!

Natalie

Shipwrecked!

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.

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

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

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

Autumn is……

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

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

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

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

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

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……

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

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

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

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

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

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……

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

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

Autumn is……

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

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

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

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

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

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

Autumn is……

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

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

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 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

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 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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’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 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

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 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 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

Molly

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

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

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

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 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