If

The students have been studying the poem 'If' by Rudyard Kipling and have created their own version for the pupils of Aycliffe Drive School.

If you help each other without being selfish,
If you share and play together and don’t keep yourself to yourself,
If you put yourself out for others and always help them,
And think about each other and don’t think about yourself,
If you try your best at everything and not waste sixty seconds of your time,
and can think things through and be willing to put your thoughts into action,
If you try for yourself, expecting to learn, and if you fail, try again,
Then you will be doing your best,

If you can bear to hear the truth without feeling criticised,
If you don’t waste valuable time but get on without making a fuss,
If you find yourself struggling with one idea and don’t become frustrated but move onto another,
And if others struggle, help them and don’t laugh at their mistakes knowing that you yourself are not perfect,
And when you struggle, persevere and not mind the effort knowing you will learn from it and sit up straight and smile,
Then you will be doing your best,

If you can keep your mind when others doubt you,
If you want certain subjects to be your aim but care about other subjects too,
If you are happy doing your work and always strive to produce better work,
and always do your best and finish what you have started,
If you find a subject hard but fight with determination,
If you always try to better yourself and share your own improvements with others,
and do not copy others even when all about you are copying,
If you don’t just sit there but ask the teacher and learn wisely from their answers,
Then you will be doing your best,

If people do not care for you but you do not worry too much,
Or it seems as if they do not want you but you still try your best,
If all around you are hurting others but you are willing to help them yet being teased for doing so,
If you hurt someone saying hurtful words you regret and are able to apologise and mean it and not do it again,
If you can last one whole day and not give up nor forget others struggles,
If your confidence fails but you try and carry on,
Then you will be doing your best,

If you help close friends but make sure others are helped too,
And when a new child arrives at school, you share kindness and helpfulness,
and you become their friend when they have no one,
If you play with someone to keep them happy even if you would rather be doing something else,
If you see someone crying and wipe away their tears,
and smile at someone sad even if they don’t smile back
Then you will be doing your best,


If you struggle to get up for school but set your alarm to make sure you are ready,
If you play your part in school and help your friends,
If you think about others and don’t keep your ideas to yourself,
and happily share with others things you have that they don’t,
If someone is lonely and you reach out to help them,
And if you see someone sad you talk to them with care,
If you try for a part and don’t get that part but are still happy with the part you are given,
If being treated right is how you want to live and how you treat others then hold your head high
for then you are doing your best, and you will succeed.
All Students from the English Creativity Classes

Autumn Conkers '09

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

And it takes its first glimpse of the world
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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Don't Drop Litter Rap

Don’t drop litter out the car,
Even if you’re a Bollywood superstar,
Don’t drop litter in the school,
Even if you think you’re really cool.

Don’t drop litter in the street,
‘Cos to dogs it’s a scrumptious treat,
Don’t drop litter down the drain,
‘Cos to rats it may cause pain.

Don’t drop litter on the road,
‘Cos it may hurt the big green toad,
Keep the environment a good place,
Don’t even drop litter out in space.

Don’t throw litter out the car,
If the cops find out, you won’t go far,
Don’t drop litter around the school,
People will say you’re not cool.

If we all chucked rubbish in the road,
We would have a lorry load!
Don’t drop litter anyway,
You’d be in trouble the very next day.

Don’t drop litter, it’s not cool,
If you drop rubbish then you’re a fool,
Don’t drop rubbish for attention,
You’ll just end up with detention.

Don’t throw litter in the ocean,
It will end up as pollution,
Don’t drop litter in the street,
Everybody come and listen to the beat.

Don’t drop litter any place,
Let’s make this world as clean as space.
Don’t drop litter in the park,
Even if it’s very dark.

Don’t leave litter in the street,
Keep our world looking sweet,
Don’t throw litter here and there,
Don’t you care about our air?

Don’t litter throughout the day,
What’s the point anyway?
Don’t leave litter at your feet,
Pick it up when you but a sweet.

Don’t drop litter in the ocean,
Paper wrappers or suntan lotion,
Don’t throw rubbish in the ocean,
It just shows you have no emotion.

Don’t drop litter around the house,
This may hurt a very small mouse,
Don’t throw litter out the car,
It won’t get you very far.

Don’t drop litter, it’s a sin,
Put it in the recycle bin,
Don’t stuff litter down the drain,
What does anyone have to gain?

Don’t shove litter under your bed,
Think about what the dustbin man said,
Don’t throw litter on the floor,
Or your manners are extremely poor.

Don’t throw litter in our towns,
People who do are stupid clowns,
Don’t throw litter it is almost as worse,
As stealing someone else’s purse

Don’t push rubbish down the drain,
‘Cos for the cleaners it is a pain,
Don’t put litter up a tree,
Or the birds will choke and flee.

Don’t chuck litter on the sand,
Your mum will take you by the hand,
Don’t throw litter on the floor,
Your dad will kick you out the door.

Don’t push litter under your bed,
Or ants and bugs might appear instead,
Don’t hide litter in your bag,
It would make it really sag.

Don’t throw litter in the sand,
It really isn’t very grand,
Don’t drop litter at the beach,
Even if you’ve eaten a peach.

Don’t drop litter anywhere,
Promise now, do you swear?
You really shouldn’t grin,
If you don’t put your litter in the bin,


Don’t drop litter in the hall,
Don’t drop litter in the pool,
Dropping litter around the school,
Can’t be seen as being cool.

Don’t throw litter around the park,
Dogs will be angry and start to bark,
Put your litter in the bin,
If you don’t it is a sin.

Don’t drop litter, keep the world bright,
Don’t drop litter it’s just not right,
Don’t throw litter listen to the warnin’,
Make a change to global warmin’.

Littered oil floating in our ocean,
Could cause such awful pollution,
Don’t leave litter anywhere,
Show the world you really car,

Don’t drop litter,
It’s not nice,
Take my advice,Just think twice.

Stan, Stan Our Lollipop Man

Our friend Stan,
Is a lovely man,
We’re so glad that he began,
To be our Aycliffe lollipop man.

If wasn’t for our man called Stan,
When you crossed the road you would have ran,
Or you would get run over by that delivery van,
Now we can cross the road as happy as we can.

I know a man, his name is Stan,
He waves at my brother in his pram,
He makes me laugh, and also my Nan,
Stan, I am your biggest fan.

Stan, Stan, he’s the man,
If he can’t do it nobody can,
Everyone’s a massive fan,
Of Stan, Stan, the lollipop man.

Stan, Stan, he’s the man,
He’s like my hero, Jackie Chan,
I can remember when he began,
Stan, Stan, the lollipop man.

Stan, Stan, you’re the man,
Can you fight like Jackie Chan,
Are you the man
Who can do the Can Can?

Do you have a tan,
When you drive the van?
As a lollipop man,
Everybody loves you Stan.

Stan, Stan, you’re the man,
You help us cross because you can,
Stan, Stan, we know your plan,
To dance and do the can-can man.

Stan, Stan the lollipop man,
He has Aycliffe as his gang,
He is joined by Mrs. Laing,
Stan, Stan the lollipop man.

I know a man, his name is Stan,
He’s the bestest lollipop man,
He’ll stop that car, he’ll stop that van,
‘Cos he’s the Aycliffe Drive’s main man.

I know a man his name is Stan,
He can stop a van, I know he can,
He likes to glance at a lady called Ann,
Because she has a very nice tan.

I know this guy his name is Stan,
His lollipop looks like a frying pan,
He’s a big tall funny lollipop man
I told you his name, that’s right, it’s Stan.

Stan please will you stop that van?
I want to cross to see my Nan,
Stan, Stan, you can stop the van,
Because you help the Aycliffe clan.

I know a man, his name is Stan,
He met the ‘Weakest Link’ girl Ann,
But Jackie Chan hit him with a pan,
He’s now got a very short attention span.

To get us over the road he has a plan,
He stops the lorry so that your gran,
Can cross the road safely with friendly Stan,
Thank you she says to our lollipop man.

Happy Stan is the man,
Who says a rhyme to Mrs. Laing,
I wonder does he like strawberry flan,
It could be delivered in a van.

Now let me show you the way of Stan,
I wanted to cross the road with my Gran,
Who stopped and noticed a very small van,
But Stan stopped that van, because he can.

I know that man, whose name is Stan,
He is like a Superman,
He belongs to the Hemel clan,
Because he is our Marvel man

Stan has to stop the van,
To let a young girl called Jan,
Cross the road to perform the can can,
At Aycliffe’s concert, well that’s the plan.

When I go to school I see a man,
He’s from the mighty Aycliffe clan,
He jumps around like Peter Pan,
A number one fan of Tottenham.

He will help you cross as safely as he can,
Once he met my old, old Gran,
Now, she too is a fan,
He should be in the Pentagon.

He helped my friend Susan,
And my Aunt Dianne,
She thinks he looks like Peter Pan,
Or maybe even Superman.

I know a man his name is Stan,
Truly his best mate is me, Dan,
Like me he is a Tottenham fan,
I’m really glad his job began.

He’s great this man, this man called Stan,
He uses his stick like Jackie Chan,
Something didn’t stop, it was a van,
He turned super strong like Superman.

He helped a little boy called Dan,
By using his stick as a great big fan!
Sometimes he uses it as a frying pan,
Our funny kind, friend called Stan.

I know that man whose name is Stan,
For breakfast he eats his flakes of Bran,
I think he is a Tottenham fan,Bye Bye Stan.

He’s our man.

5 Minute Challenge Poems

Snow falling to the ground,
Everyone wrapped up warm,
But what treasures can be found,
Within the snowflakes form,
Children laughing making snowmen,
Snowflakes hit the trees,
Santa will come soon, I wonder when,
Bringing presents please!

Eve Mitchell

In my bed I snore,
Dreaming of football what a score,
I ride my bike to the store,
I fell off, my knee is sore,
I eat some sweets, I want more,
At school science is such a bore.

Eve Mitchell

Once I had a rocket,
A rocket that could fit in my pocket,
Then it fell into green sticky goo,
And now it’s not so shiny blue.

Once I had a toy car,
It came out of a chocolate bar,
Now it’s all dirty brown,
So I put it down.

Once I had an Action man,
It looked just like my Nan,
It’s really cool,
‘Cos it had a dip in the pool.

Kyle Osborne

There was a big bomb,
An alien said “Where did you come from?”
I replied “I’m Mick,”
The alien said, “And I am Nick,”
I came from Mars,
I escaped from behind bars,
And here I am now I’m free,
Able to drink a cup of tea,
Here on Earth it’s quite cold,
And you have to do as you’re told!

Kyle Osborne

On a cold frosty night,
A big green goon stood on the moon,
The moon is shiny white,
On a day like this in June.

I got a fright,
When I watched a Toon,
On this cold frosty night,
Soon it will be noon.

Kyle Osborne

Dr. Who was up in space,
Dr. Who had very bad taste,
A ghost went boo,
He got trapped in a canoe,
The Dr. was in lots of pain,
His only chance was to travel to Spain.

Luke Wilton

We’ll eat some cake,
At half past three,
Don’t be late,
You won’t have tea,
We’ll have some sausage,
And some mash,
Take the car,
But please don’t crash!

Luke Wilton

There was a cat,
Who sat on a mat,
He started to chat,
With Rob the Rat.

I saw a bat,
Eating a gnat,
He got very fat,
He wished he were flat.

Back to the cat,
Oh no! He went splat,
By a man,
In a hat.

Alfie Rolfe


I got up last night,
It was a fright,
Because a baboon,
Was smiling at the moon,
He was very old,
And looked quite cold!

Alfie Rolfe

Last night,
I got in a fight,
A fat man came,
It was a shame.

Last night,
I was tucked up tight,
I was sung a lullabye,
About a man who ate a pie!

Alfie Rolfe

As the Grandfather clock,
Went Tick Tock,
I grabbed it’s hand,
And threw it in the sand.
The concert band,
Is rather bland,
They sang a song about a mangle,
In the shape of a triangle!

David Doyle

As excited dog’s tails waggle,
My brain starts to jiggle jaggle,
I chase after my handsome dog,
And nearly tripped over a great big log,
As I run down the beautiful lane,
It makes me want to stay in Spain.

Charley Wright

Unfortunately my car had a crash,
When my friend stayed as a guest,
Dad had to dash,
To get the rest,
As mum didn’t have the cash,
To get the car looking it’s best.

Charley Wright

There was some ice,
Shaped like mice,
There was also rice,
It was very nice.

There was a white kite,
That was in flight,
In the night,
It gave me a fright.

Chloe Lummis

Here we go here we go,
Down comes all the snow,
We’ll get it high,
We’ll get it low,
Here we go here we go,
Down comes all the snow.

All the houses lay out their hay,
While in the air Santa rides his sleigh,
Round and round the world he goes,
With Rudolph and his shiny red nose.

All the children tucked in their bed,
Cuddled up to their favourite Ted,
Here we go here we go,
Down comes all the snow.

Chloe Carrington

One day I met a pest,
And he was wearing a vest,
He climbed in his nest,
And I saw him doing a maths test.

I shouted up to the tree,
He shouted back “Want a cuppa tea?”
Now I knew he was out of his mind,
I thought I had better just be kind.

I heard some banging in that tree,
He shouted, “Look what I can see,”
Then he started to watch Catherine Tate,
Eating mash and peas off her plate.

I said to stop,
I got down on my knees,
And he threw down his plate,
And said “Two more please!”
Chloe Carrington

I met a boy,
He gave me a toy,
He said, “I’m the best,”
I gave him money in a chest.

Late last night,
He gave me a fright,
While I was flying a kite,
He went on a flight.

Chloe Carrington

I’m making mash,
So you’d better dash,
Now you’re in your truck,
Just don’t get stuck.

Ashley Le Brun

There was a man who had a boar,
He kept it in his underwear drawer,
It ran out the gate,
So the man was late,
For a very, very important date.

There was a duck,
His name was Chuck,
He was stuck,
In lots of muck,
He got in his truck,
But he still was stuck!
He didn’t have much luck,
That duck called Chuck.

Hannah Davis

The bride walks down the aisle, her head held high,
Her parents proud as they cry,
The bridesmaids follow in bow and sash,
Quickly they walk down the aisle in a flash.

Sophie Leppard

Blend of colours in the sky,
As all the birds swiftly fly,
The bright colours sparkle in the light,
They give us each a blinding sight.

The night was dark,
No light shone in the park,
The night soon got very cold,
As the moon shone faintly gold.

Sophie Leppard


I sit here drawing,
While the teacher is bawling,
Bored in my chair and nothing to do,
I know that Sarah will need the loo!

Jake Ellis

I was dancing under the moon,
But it ended too soon,
My heart was bold,
But it got too cold.

Jake Ellis

My dog was called Bob,
He got chased by a mob,
One of them had a fork,
My dog started to talk,
To stop my brain getting knocked off my face,
It’s now a race, I’ve got to pick up the pace,
Me and my dog were in a chase,
Will we survive the human race?
We had to run,
They had a gun,
And so I decided to throw an iced bun,
I said to Bob “That’s it we’re done!”

Che Mc Queen

My mate ate my plate,
So I punched him in the chest,
Because he thinks he is the best.
He ate too much cake,
And got a stomach ache,
I ate my dinner,
And thought I was a sinner,
‘Cos I punched my mate in the chest,
Because he thinks he is the best,
I bought a new plate,
That was my fate.

Che Mc Queen
“Hello, I’m a frog,
I got eaten by a dog,
It wasn’t very nice,
I say it twice,
I saw it’s heart,
And in it’s belly, jam tart,
And in the night,
He gave me a fright!

Che Mc Queen

Santa’s elves are out today,
Trying to keep danger away,
Christmas Eve is ever so bright,
So Santa won’t get lost in the dead of night,
Children asleep, tucked up in bed,
Dreams of Christmas in their head.

Reece Cooper

The moonlight shone down on the houses below,
We can’t see anything, the wind does blow,
You are frightened and scared, you don’t know what to do,
But when the wind blows harder,
They are coming for you.

Chloe Wheeler

The creepy creature looks like a cat,
Or it might be a big black bat,
Down I sat,
On my mat,
Wondering if it was a rat!
My sister, the brat,
Wanting to chat,
Lay on the floor flat,
And scared away the creature that looked like a cat.

Chloe Wheeler

The snowflakes falling one by one,
People sliding on the ice,
Children outside having fun,
The warmth of my house,
Is so nice.

Adam Rose

As the night passes by,
In my bed I lie,
In my head I cry,
And give a sigh.

Adam Rose

I don’t like Brussel sprouts, they are Yuck!
I don’t like it when my bread is eaten by the duck,
I don’t like it when my chicken goes mad and starts to cluck,
I don’t like it when other people get all the luck.

Teegan Talbot

At night I go to sleep in my bed,
With my teddy, Ted,
I wake up in the morning,
Groaning and moaning,
The monsters under my bed creep out,
I scream out loud and shout,
I think of sheep,
To fall asleep,
The moon shines down on my head,
I fall asleep and the monsters are dead.

Teegan Talbot

It was a freezing night,
And at an enormous height,
I saw a baboon,
I didn’t want to look,
So instead looked at the moon.

The night was very bright,
It was a brilliant sight,
To watch the stars at such a height,
But when I look at the moon,
I wish it were noon.

Tess Young

G&T is a place you can be free,
And we always try to agree,
The things Mrs. Laing says are very nice,
In G&T you have to be wise,
I also enjoy the activities we do,
Mrs. Laing will give us a clue,
G&T is the place to be,
A place to learn, a place to be free.

Prince Sefa

I went to the bar,
Though it was far,
I went by car,
To fetch a jar.

Joshua Evans

I saw my mate,
At the gate,
He said he’d been to museum Tate,
A big machine was delivering a crate,
He said it was great!

Taylor Smith

Winter, the best time of year,
Snow falling gently down,
People full of festive cheer,
Snow covering the bark that’s brown.

Taylor Smith

Hi, my name is Faye,
My favourite day is today,
Tomorrow is Wednesday,
The next is Thursday,
My birthday’s in May,
What’s your favourite day,
I hope yours is today.

Amy Arthur

The sparkling sheet of white,
Turned out to be soft snow,
In the blue darkness of the night,
White breath comes out when I blow,
What a beautiful sight,
All that soft snow,
In the blue darkness of the night.

Amy Arthur

Tonight is the night,
That we have watch the fight,
It will be very dark,
In the green grassy park,
Our snack is going to be a rib,
So remember to bring your bright orange bib!

Amy Arthur

In the dark and gloomy night,
When the ghosts come into sight,
I grab my pillow over my eyes ever so tight,
Noises, noises in the night.

Kelly Johnson

There was an alien ship,
That had a fright,
When he choked on a pip,
But it turned out alright.

Kelly Johnson

I’ll meet you at the bend,
At the end,
Of the day,
I say, why don’t we play,
At Rocky Bay,
I’d like to play with clay,
Said Mae.

Alex Clarke

The mice took some spice,
And rolled the dice,
They thought it was nice,
One was shy,
And started to cry,
‘Cos he didn’t like it,
He’d told a lie.

Alex Clarke

In my house,
I have a cat,
His name is Sprouse,
And he chased a rat.

The rat is hiding somewhere,
Underneath the old armchair,
One day I got out that cat,
“Go and find that horrid rat.”

Amy Ba

I drove in my car,
And went to the bar,
I drank my beer in a jar,
And did the Cha cha cha!

Ryan Osborne

I was walking the plank,
As the old ship sank,
The pirate’s name was Frank,
He always drank,
He sits on the plank,
Looking blank.

Lauren Ashby

There was a loved king,
He liked to sing,
The king was rich, he had lots of bling,
That was the life of the very rich king.

Lauren Ashby

I’ve got this batch of hay I have to catch,
I’ll put in in my little hatch,
Then I’ll lock the little latch,
‘Cos I’ve got to go to the match.

Nicola Davies

The king is wearing his crown,
But today he feels really down,
The throne is was sitting on,
Felt like a lumpy pom pom,
His crown dropped,
Out his tears popped,
He was upset all day long.

Nicola Davies

My friend walked around the bend,
To get the latest fashion trend,
She thought the walking would never end!

Tilly Minns

Shining so sparkly, it is sand,
Get so hot, need to be fanned?
It doesn’t get canned,
Does it come from another land?

Joseph Wootten

Yeah! For Ickle Pickle,
He has found himself a nickel,
He is so hunky,
But also chunky,
Oh look! A treasure chest,
No I’ll hide it in my nest.

Joseph Wootten

Snowmen in the streets,
Keep warm and stayin bed,
And eat lots of sweets,
By morning they will lose their heads.

Daniel Toley

I’m going to Aqua Splash,
I am going to have to dash,
Before I have my sausage and mash,
Hopefully I won’t have a crash,
With a man who has a moustache.

Daniel Toley

In the dead of night,
Such a horrible sight,
Zombies strolling,
Me calling,
In the dead of night,
Such a horrible sight,
I will run and run,
Calling for my mum,
I run and run while zombies come.

Daniel Toley

Today I have got a maths test,
And so I will try my best,
The maths test is out of eight,
And I am going to try and beat Kate.

Daniel Toley

I am going into space,
It is a floatable place,
The planet I went to was Mars,
And it’s full of cholcolate bars.

Daniel Toley

I went to the trees and saw a pretty chick,
When I went there my hair was neat and slick,
I saw people playing footy by the bricks,
They pulled off some very nice tricks,
I bought a lolly and took some licks,
Watching dogs chasing sticks.

Jack Price

The snow is a beautiful colour, crystal white,
I love to play in the cold snow,
A frosty blanket on the ground at night,
People kissing under mistletoe,
Come on people let’s have a snowball fight,
Christmas time is so jolly,
Watching snow, fall what a sight,
Seeing what presents you got, Gosh Golly!

Jack Price

Robbers scavenging houses at night,
While the moon is shining ever so bright,
Robbing houses looking for money,
What will people think when it’s sunny?
Creeping away in silence,
Runs away when he hears the sirens,
Gets caught by police,
Says let me go please?

Jack Price

I have a fish who swims in his tank,
My uncle who bought it his name is Frank,
Yesterday he went to the bank,
This piece of paper is blank,
So my uncle had to walk the plank.

Emma Staines

I went to the beach and got tanned,
In the sand,
I saw a band marching on the land,
My hand was full of sand,
When I went to see the band.

Chloe Oliffe

Cold snowy winter’s day,
Sun peeping as gentle as snow,
Like a bright day in early May,
Watch the snow fall and flow,
As the tired sun creeps away,
Children sleep ready for a new day.

Ashlea Brewin

A small mountain,
A great big moon,
A dark blue sky in the month of June,
A trickle of rain,
A cloud of blue,
Someone is watching over you.

Ashley Brewin

So cold and white,
It is snowing,
It is freezing at night,
And the wind is blowing.

Jay Wright

The crust of bread,
It was stale,
The bread was on the board.
FOR SALE!

Christopher Clark

It was a winter fright,
Dark black sky, all through the night,
There was a frightened cry,
Out came the huge brave knight.

Christopher Clark

Walking in the sand,
Here comes the band,
They look very grand,
Give them a hand,
Coming up the sand,
To play on their stand.

Daniel Cain

It is winter’s night,
All the alleys give you a fright,
Walking the ground,
Snow is swirling all around.
Daniel Cain

The First Day of Spring 2009

The Aycliffe Drive G&T students have used questioning skills to improve the main clause of a sentence and add subordinate clauses. They have written descriptive sentences about the first warm days of spring.

The sun tiptoed slowly over the dim forest, at midday the clouds parted, everything turned lime green as the delicate leaves were silhouetted against the blue sky. Finally winter had been defeated by spring. As the sun warmed the snow began to disappear and the first lime green shoots emerged. The chirp chirping of the birds could be heard.
Teegan Year 5

The sun shone softly through the clouds in the afternoon. Birds sang sweetly in the silhouetted trees. The sun was gazing down on my golden brown face. It was hot; the warm breeze strolled through my dark blonde hair as I sat in the pear green park. The sun was staring at the green grass and the cool breeze was twirling the afternoon shadows.

Jack Year 5

It was morning and the sunrays shone the colour of butter. The warmth of the sun fell on the river, which was alive and flowing. The world had woken up from winter, and it was now spring. Up in the old oak in the bird’s nests it was peaceful and calm. The park was getting hot and busy with activity.

Eve Year 5

Early morning and the sun shone as bright as a star from the previous night in the blue sky. The peaceful sounds of spring filled the air. Winter had been beaten once again by the bright giant shining through the trees. At the top of the hill it would have been as hot as a kettle had it not been for the gentle breeze blowing through the air. Pink blossom trees as soft as marshmallows hummed with bees flying through the spring sky. The birds sang sweetly in the morning in the old oak tree welcoming the world to the first day of spring.

Kelly Year 5

When the animals gave birth the sun shone like a golden flower, making dancing patches of light over the leaning trees. The bubble bath clouds parted. It was noon and the blossom began to look like marshmallows on the candyfloss trees; the sun reflecting on their smiling faces as the war over winter had been won.

Jake Year 5

The sun strolled across the sky, it was an early spring morn. The depressing dullness had left once again, winter had been defeated. Feebly birds sang, trying to fight the spring breeze as they sat high in the treetops. Sounding like angels, they sang from above. Spring had begun, birds were celebrating.

Alfie Year 6

Behind the sunlit woods the sun shone brightly over the green fields waking up the tiny shoots of corn on the first hot day of spring.

Christopher Year 4

In the morning as the clouds parted the birds sang beautifully. In the lime green fields the sun shone brightly as the wind flew lazily through the sky. It was scorching hot and the sun was shining down on the flowing river. As the flowers opened, the warmth surrounded them like a blanket.

Chloe Year 5

The sun shone down happily on the small village in the valley at midday. By the afternoon it was getting warm. The birds sang softly on a wall as the leaves slowly opened on the trees, beautiful to watch, it was at last spring.

Joseph Year 4

It was morning and the sun shone as bright as a star, like the dandelion stars dotted in the middle of the meadow, down onto the little cottage. By midday the sun was generating more heat that warmed the steaming thatch on the rooftop.

Ryan Year 4

As midday passed, the sun shone brightly, as if it were a spotlight on a stage. Great rays of sunlight came beaming down, the gigantic ruby red orb hanging like a bauble in the blue blanket sky. The weather was gradually warming as the clouds parted in the refreshed new world. A slight breeze flew by chilling the early warmth of spring. Bare trees turn to blossomed candyfloss, soft and gentle.

Amy Year 5

At midday the sun shone, peeping brightly through the trees. It was the first hot day of spring in the quiet woods, winter was once again defeated. It was hot and the spring warmth awakened the buds and the trees stretched tall. Up in the branches the birds introduced their families to the world with their new beautiful spring song high up from their stage.

Tess Year 5

The clouds parted, the sun shone, uncovering a changing world. In the spring of 1959 the sun stood above a mountain. At midday it was hot, the golden rays shone softly on a small village it was like stepping into another world. Spring had tiptoed in and had overtaken winter. The birds sang carelessly in the lime green trees almost in harmony singing to encourage spring.

Ashlea Year 5

The sun shone dimly onto the field of greens, it was a bright warm day, the first hot day of spring. While the birds gazed into the fresh spring breeze they sang sweetly. On the hillside a clear breeze swept across my face, blowing my hair this way and that. Leaves began to open as the winter was defeated and the sun slowly crept out from behind the winter clouds.

Daniella Year 4

As the sun shines brightly like the colours in a rainbow onto the light blue riverside, my reflection hits the cool water next to me. The world awakens as it turns to face spring. The bees enter their hives and the tulip bulbs begin to crack as the sun begins to show its light.

Taylor Year 6

It was a warm, sunny, peaceful morning as the light pored through the candy puff clouds. The sun shone as brightly as a star on the hillside and the birds sang their sweet song to welcome the spring.

Tilly Year 4

The birds sang sweetly in the fresh valley near the hushed village in the early morning. The sun shone brightly, a happy day because it was spring once again. It was hot near the river, everywhere was warm. The leaves began to open softly in the peaceful park.

Nicola Year 4

It was midday and the sun shone brightly on a hushed hillside, the clouds had cleared. The beautiful tulips opened their buds in the sun’s warmth as the birds sat peacefully in the treetops.

Emma Year 4

It was dawn and the sun shone brightly in the lush woods onto the lime green leaves. The birds sang loudly, perched on top of a branch to awaken their friends. The sun beamed down into the misty woods. It had just turned spring and the leaves had gradually opened in the quiet woods by the flowing river.

Kyle Year 6

At the crack of dawn the birds sang in a high pitched tone in the top of the lime green leaved tree, celebrating the end of a long winter. Early in the morning the brightly lit sun shone over the deep blue lake; the second day of spring.

David Year 6

The sun shone brightly on the calm peaceful riverside, reflected in the gracefully swaying water. It was a calm beautiful spring morning. In the blissful woodland glade the blossoming trees shaded the newborn flowers, as the cool breeze was banished by the replenishing heat of the sun.

Prince Year 6

It was early spring in the peaceful park. The sapling trees swayed gracefully in the warm wind. The small trees swaying together in a sapphire sky. The beautiful bird calls were heard from high up in the older towering trees.

Alex Year 6

It was daybreak as the sun shone brightly in the crystal clear cloudless sky, down onto the flowing river as winter had gone and spring had begun. Near the swirling river the air was hot as the birds gracefully flew over the treetops reflecting in the river. The noisy robins sang at dawn in the hush nearby village as people were still cosy in bed.

Sophie Year 6

At midday the sun shone brightly as the golden dandelions raised their faces to the sky, standing out against the dark green field.

Daniel Year 5

It was early morning and the bright golden sun shone down on the happy children that were playing in the spring woods. In the breeze the robins sang beautifully to one another as mother birds fed their hungry young. Lavender flowers start to blossom in the emerald green fields beyond the calm woods.

Charlie Year 6

The sun shone brightly on the winding river, the clouds gradually fading as the young robins were singing, waiting for the mother bird to feed them. The trees buds opening in the calm valley as the warm air was rushing around the countryside.

Adam Year 6

The sun shone gracefully on the first flowers of the springtime, the green fields softly growing back as the sun gets higher and higher in the blue skies. The baby robins sing as they hatch out of their eggs.

Daniel Year 4

The sun shone brightly on the mythical island over the waving palm trees. It was spring and down by the river the glistening midday; sun was hot. As it became brighter, the shadows darkened.

Che Year 6

The sun shone gently on the crystal clear water as puffed clouds parted and lime green leaves blew in the spring breeze. It was afternoon and on the hillside flower buds started to open as spring began. A drop of dew sat on a blade of grass, it shone as bright as a diamond. A chill wind blows.

Lauren Year 4

Spring had come early. In the morning it was already boiling in the peaceful park. The sun shone down brightly.

Chloe Year 6

It was morning and the sun was shining over the trees and into the woods. The clouds were walking across the sky and the sun shone onto the new leaves. By noon in the brightly lit woods the sun shone through the cloudless sky down onto the colourful flowers as winter faded.

Joshua Year 5

The sun shone brightly, like a golden daffodil, by the side of a shallow river in the early morn. In the forest, whilst swooping gracefully through the trees, birds sang sweetly.

Hannah Year 6

The sun shone brightly in the early morning sky as the clouds parted. The air was hot.

Chloe Year 6

The sun shone gracefully down on it’s own reflection in the wonderful lake. It was early morning and the first hot day of spring. At the lakeside the fluttering birds flew joyfully over the lakes’ rippling waters, coming back from their winter homes.

Luke Year 6

Early morning, and the sun shone brightly in the woods by a lake. The sun was hot and the birds sang peacefully, happy because spring had arrived. The leaves began to open gracefully, free at last.

Ashley Year 6

In the early morning, after the rain and clouds had disappeared, the sun shone brightly over the wet beach. It was a hot glistening day and the cold winds had vanished from the countryside.

Amy Year 6

At midday the golden sun shone down brightly on the beautiful pink blossom in the lush woods, for spring was here.

Reece Year 6

Work poems written for Old Possum's Poetry Competition

The children have written these 'Work' poems to enter in a nationwide competition called 'The Old Possum's Poetry Competition to be judged by a number of poets headed by Michael Rosen.

Gymnastics

Wearing costumes for their country,
Red, white and blue,
Swirling, twirling,
Twisting too,
Looping around getting dizzy,
Trying to know it off by heart, so busy,
Very flexible,
Pointing toes,
Staring when the buzzer goes,
Worried girls, all depressed,
Who will win, who will be the best?
Will the judges be generous or cruel?
Sitting there with their buzzers, strong and powerful,
What will it be out of ten?
Will your score be top or bottom?

Teegan Talbot (9 years old)

Clothes Designer

The sewing machine sews pretty threads,
Crimson, orange, green and scarlet red,
Dresses, tops, trousers and coats with braid,
Designs all waiting to be made,
The workshop is sweaty and hot,
People hurrying around a lot,
Silk, denim, satin and lace,
Needles and threads all over the place,
Books full of drawings, what’s your pleasure?
Scissors, pins and tape measure,
Leather belts and silky shirts,
If a pin goes in it really hurts!
Clippings and clippings of denim and lace,
Most of us now, bright red in the face,
Stunning models, striking poses,
Everyone throws out bright red roses,
Flowery ribbons and gingham bows,
The stack of designs just grows and grows.

Eve Mitchell (9 years old)

Going to School

I awake and rub my eyes,
Dreading going to school today,
I put on my smart clean uniform,
And wash my sleepy face,
Watching out the window,
I see the sun glistening,
I can hear a cockerel crow,
Slowly I walk down the everlasting stairs,
“Morning Mum,”
and eat my breakfast, yummy and chewy,
On goes my jacket and comfy shoes,
And off I trot, down the old lane,
Across the long field and there I am,
At the playground of a great school,Right, let’s do some work!

School Work

School can be boring,
School can be cool,
But I think I would rather swim in the pool,
Maths, Science English, all the things I do,
I don’t like some of them,
How about you?

Luke Wilton (10 years old)

My Day of Work

The sun fills the house in all the darkest of places,
Curtains open their eyes, but I see no faces,
A typical day of work lays ahead,
I wish I could stay asleep in my bed,
Hop into my car and drive away,
I’m not looking forward to this boring day,
Grab a cup of tea, work till late,
This is the part of the day I hate,
Drive back home in the dark all alone,
The thing to do ever known,
My day is over, work is done,
All of this work is just no fun!

Alfie Rolfe (10 years old)

My Headteacher’s Job

My Headteacher, she’s a preacher,
Works like a busy bee always entertaining me,
Smells like a field of flowers but stands as strong as a tower,
Wants us all to improve, and keeps the school running smooth,
She is proud to hand out awards, but only if we obey her laws,
My Headteacher is small and funny, and likes to raise a lot of money,
She is the best there can be, and is absolutely perfect for me.

Chloe Lummis (10 years old)

My Teacher’s Job

My teacher’s voice bellows across the room,
Boom da da Boom!
My teacher starts with hard subtractions,
And then some difficult puzzling fractions,
My teacher’s chalk board is dark and dusty,
Which makes this room feel really musty,
My teacher brings out the cane,
Everyone knows there’s going to be pain,
My teacher’s classroom is dark and dingy,
And my teacher is very whingey,
My teacher gives a weekly spelling test,
I hope I do my best, better than the rest,
My teacher may be mean and cruel,
But underneath she really rules,
My teacher has a great job,
So why does it always make her sob?

Chloe Lummis (10 Years old)

The Dustbin Men

It’s very early when I start,
Getting ready our rubbish cart,
To clean the streets and keep homes clean,
It’s what we do to tidy up,
Streets and homes are now rubbish free,
That’s up to people just like you and me,
We are a team of many men,
We’ve even cleaned around Big Ben,
They may not gleam they may not shine,
But at least the streets aren’t covered in grime.

Thomas Watkins (10 years old)

Policeman

Patrolling the streets,
Or safety talks to children,
Looking for evidence,
Investigating crime scenes,
Chasing villains in cars,
Eating doughnuts at break time,
Making people drive carefully,
Arresting people that don’t,
Never off duty.

Ryan Osborne (8 years old)

A Day to Day Punishment

The monstrous noise of my alarm clock rings in my ears,
Misery running through my heart and my head,
As another day of exhausting work begins,
My punishment won’t end till the end of the day,
I finally wake myself up,
Hit the alarm clock,
The monstrous noise ends at last,
Step by step I climb out of bed,
Stressed, I get dressed wondering what today will be like,
Angry and depressed I stomp my way out of the house,
Ready to catch the bus in the cold, dreary weather,
Awaiting at the bus stop, I remove my glasses,
Wiping the condensation from the thick lenses,
Staring lights come from nowhere,
All of a sudden the sight becomes clearer,
The bus is arriving,
I couldn’t get on the bus, full to bursting,
The impatient driver in a flash drove off,
Leaving me gloomy and angry,
It’s hopeless,
This is where my day to day punishment begins.

Sophie Leppard (11 years old)

Mountain Rescue Dogs

These brave dogs set out to work, waiting, snooping in the snow,
They are very cold from their head to their paws,
They chomp on the snow.

They search every acre of the snow.
Pushing through the blizzard fighting against you,
Now they know what they are up against.

The dogs are getting close,
they hear screeching in the distance,
Now putting their noses to the floor,
They start to sniff.

At last one of the people are found,
The bloodhound barks,
Helicopter paramedics on the ground,
He is filled with delight.


Then a Labrador finds an arm,
he starts to bark,
Another person rescued,
He gets a rewarding treat.

At last everybody is found,
They can all be treated,
And every body can go safely home.

Kyle Osborne (9 years old)

Working in a Primary School

Jobs, jobs everywhere,
Working hard, but do we care?
In noisy classrooms teachers go spare,
Teachers going mad ripping out their hair.

Teaching students in primary schools,
Doing lessons in swimming pools,
Students unlock doors with tools,
This is breaking the school rules.

Students screaming in every classroom,
Teachers wishing it were afternoon,
Wishing they could see the moon,
Whilst the dinner ladies look for their kitchen spoon.

Students working as hard as they can,
While they hear crashing of spoon and pan,
Teachers wish they had a good tan,
Even the teacher that looks like a man!

Students sitting with their hands up,
Whilst watching a film about a pup,
Teachers sit drinking out of a cup,
Watching the students playing up.

All the students try to look cool,
As they walk into the assembly hall,
Then the teacher sits on her stool,
Behind her back the students play mini pool.

As the nice weather appears in May,
It’s now the end of the school day,
Students have little time to play,
When caught throwing around the clay!

Chloe Oliffe (8 years old)

Parent’s Work

Parents, parents, why oh why do they have to work?
They are not spending as much time with us,
As they would normally,
Bosses say they have to work at weekends,
We children wish they wouldn’t because,
The children have to be all alone,
Mums have to work to earn the money,
Kids know they have to earn the money,
But if we want to speak to them,
Or ask them for help, they will only say,
“I am too busy right now.”
This is what upsets us children,
Dads and mums are spending so much time working,
They are forgetting to spend time,
With their pets and children,
Parents need to understand children’s minds,
And their children’s school work!

Charley Wright (10 years old)

Bakery

As I enter the wonderful cake factory,
A delicious smell fills my nose,
I place my white hat firmly on my auburn coloured hair,
I feel the smooth flour run through my clean hands,
Like snow falling in winter.

As I stir the thick mixture, like a whirlpool spinning round,
A dash of ruby red colouring dripping,
Like raindrops slowly falling,
The sound of the blender churning the mixture,
I sprinkle in the white crystal sugar,
Slowly it fades into the whirlpool.

Everything ready, placed in a shiny round tin,
And into the hot oven to bake,
Washing dishes, making the icing,
Icing sugar, water, stirred carefully,
Getting thicker.

Beep beep goes the oven,
Quickly I dash to get the cooked cake,
I leave it to cool down a while,
Finally the cake is cool, I add the snowy white icing,
It smells delicious,
Now placed carefully into a cake box
Soon to be eaten.

I can’t wait to eat it,
I love this job! It’s great!

Emma Staines (8 years old)

Baker’s Work

Yummy hot bread, fresh from the oven,
Light and airy, a baker’s dozen,
A large machine to slice seal and wrap,
A lovely hot buttered poppy seed Bap.

Cherries and icing all on a cake,
They are not so very hard to bake,
A lovely smell comes from the oven,
In the window there’s a bakers dozen.

Serve your customers and take their money,
The delicious cakes are really yummy,
Straight from the oven wonderful pasties,
With delicious hot fillings, customers milling.

Crusty buns with jam inside,
Hot steam comes out from either side,
By your plate a delicious hot drink,
Don’t eat it too fast, your face will turn pink!

The baker kneads the dough without a fuss,
Hoping they will come out with a crispy, golden crust,
Spread them out on the baking tray,
Mmm out they come golden brown, “Hurray!”

They taste like heaven,
When they’re out of the oven,
Then do it all over again,
Chuck Ching! Goes the till,
As you put the money in!

Chloe Wheeler (8 years old)

Poetic Work

Poem, poem on the wall,
Poem, poem you’re so cool,
Poem, poem you’re so good,
Poem you rhyme, because you should.
Poem, poem, big or small,
Poem, poem on the wall,
Weak or strong, rich or poor,
Thin or thick, that’s the trick,
Poem, poem you’ve worked so hard,
You must have been written by a bard!

Jay Wright (8 years old)

Life as a Detective

Detective by night,
Detective by day,
My life as a detective,
Never goes away.

As I lay on my bed,
Thoughts running through my head,
Tick tick goes my intelligent brain,
It’s driving me insane.

At anytime or anywhere,
The criminal could be over there,
Going to have to interrogate suspects,
But who knows who has really done it?

Detective, my job,
I’m always around,
And clues are always,
there to be found.

Detective by night,
Detective by day,
My life as a detective,
Never goes away.

Taylor Smith (9 years old)

Football, Work?

I’m going to go to football,
It’s going to be real fun,
I’ve got to have a strong kick,
Or my work will not be done,
I run to the right,
I run to the left,
I’ve really got to do my best,
Now off I go to the match,
Our goalie really should practise his catch,
I ask myself, “Will we win?”
I need good eyesight,
I think we might!

Daniel Toley (9 years old)

Ancient Egyptian Farming

Egyptian farmers,
What a life,
Every day and every night,
Exhausted, anxious,
Farming for crops,
Will there be enough?

Egyptian farmers,
What a life,
Sickles heavy, ploughed by hand,
Animals weary, dry land,
Sweating, shrivelling, sleepy,
Will there be enough?

Egyptian farmers,
What a life,
Sun beaming fiery topaz,
Golden barley, ivory wheat,
Sowing, growing, chopping,
Will there be enough?

Egyptian farmers,
What a life,
Dehydrated, must go on,
Pray to Ra for sun to thrive,
Prosper or not,
Will they survive?

Ashlea Brewin (9 years old)

Work

Work is hard, work is dull,
It takes forever to finish,
But there are some good points.
P.E. very sporty, Art, especially messy,
Maths, hmmm, I can’t think of one for that!
Science, brilliant experiments,
Music, fantastic instruments,
R.E. different cultures,
Spellings, it’s a challenge,
Singing, using all your breath.
Unfortunately there are bad points too,
P.E. basically killing yourself,
Art, always doing something wrong,
Maths, I would be using up all the poem to tell you about Maths!
Science, experiments, you never get to do them,
Music, always going out of tune,
R.E. you have no idea about the religion,
Spellings, everyone’s shaking, well at least, I am,
Singing, very high pitched songs,
But one thing that’s worst than all of those things,
Brace yourself…..
…..It’s homework,
I’m sure you’ll all agree!

Adam Rose (9 years old)

Office Manager

“Oh no!”
6 o’clock and my alarm clock rings,
Time to go to work,
“Ahh!” I cry,
Must get to work on time.

Hurry, hurry!
I feel stressed,
Signing papers, reading letters,
A day full of disaster,
There must be more to life than this,
“Oh yes!”
Five o’clock, time to go home and rest,
I wonder what will happen tomorrow,
Probably just the same!

Lauren Ashby (8 years old)

SATs Work

“Oh No! SATs day is here,”
As I struggle to work out the answers,
My mind goes blank,
“Oh No! SATs day is here,”
My pencil slipping from my sweaty hand,
I hear the distracting tick of the clock,
Time is running out,
“Oh No! SATs day is here,”
I am so nervous I feel myself shaking,
I imagine that I can hear my knees knocking,
“Oh No! SATs day is here,”
As I glance at the test paper I notice my handwriting is spidery,
My teacher collects the papers in,
I feel like I am going to get the worst mark in the class,
“Oh No! SATs day is here,”
“SATs day is here,”
“Oh No!”
What will I do?

Kelly Johnson (9 years old)

My Nan’s Job

My Nan works at a pub,
It’s way hard!
All the screaming and shouting,
“Give us a brew!”
“Make it a few!”
“Vodka Ross,”
“Yes boss!”

Ashlea Le Brun (10 years old)

Working for my SATs

As I wait anxiously for my test,
My heart is racing as fast as speeding train,
The teacher, very seriously, drops the pages on my desk,
My throat feels dry and my hands are sweating,
The sharpened pencil hovering over my paper,
I’ve been dreading this day for ages,
Now I can’t believe it’s here,
The start of …….SATs week.

Amy Arthur (10 years old)

Fireman

Red heavy coats over their brave chests,
Racing to sites all over the city,
With their great red trucks,
Extinguishing fires,
Killing the hungry flames.

Crescendo and diminuendo of shrieking sirens,
Forcing traffic to scatter,
Silver ladders mounted on engines,
Dashing to distressed cats,
Clinging to snapping branches.

Acrid smoke billowing from blazing houses,
Panicking parents screaming for help,
Tearful, smudged faces,
Wide-eyed at windows,
Waiting for a life-line.

Fierce heat pushing rescuers away,
Walkie talkies springing to life,
A well-trained army,
Conquering the enemy,
Just another day in a fireman’s life.

Jake Ellis (9 years old)

Early Riser

Alarm clock rings I turn to look,
The time says eight, “Oh no, I’m late!”
I rub my eyes, pull on my clothes,
Run to the bathroom, I blow my nose,
Run down the stairs and out of the door,
Rush up the street, my feet are sore,
As I look down I see no shoes,
What do I do? This job I cannot lose,
Already late I carry on,
The starting time by now has gone,
I arrive at work so very late,
Suddenly this is a job I hate!

Hannah Davies (10 years old)

School Work

“Amy Brighthouse, are you here?”
Register taken, blackboard clear,
“Today we are learning all about nouns,
Open your books and write this down.”

Now it’s break time, the lesson went fast,
And all the children zoom on past,
Out in the field they play,
Until the bell rings, “Oh no!” they say.

Back at their desks they try to concentrate,
“Hold on Sammy, You’ve forgotten the date,
We’re learning about Egyptians and pyramids,
“This is so much fun, Wow!” say the kids.

The dinner ladies dish up with a smile,
The children sit down and are quiet for a while,
Chicken and veg, “Please pass the mustard,”
Warm apple pie with cream or custard.

PE kits on “Ready, set, go,”
The children are racing, some are too slow,
The teachers encourage, “You can do it,” they say,
They cross the finish line “Hip Hip Hooray!”

“Here’s your homework to hand in next week,”
Parents in the playground ready to greet,
The children race out to see Stan, he’s the best lollipop man,
Teachers with the books to mark sit down with a sigh,
To do this task.

Tess Young (10 years old)

Work, a Way of Life

Work never seems to end,
Day in day out work goes on,
I’ll need a break some time,
In the break work seems distant.

Work is not easy, it is hard,
It all depends on what you do,
Sometimes you are happy but sometimes sad,
That’s how work goes though.

Many different types of work,
Housework, homework, schoolwork,
All running through a cycle,
These are the things we have to do.

Some things work and some things don’t,
Still attempts have to be made,
Experience is earned,
But the effort sometimes fades.

School work is something a child should always do,
Whether housework or homework, it’s a rule,
Work is always a tiring thing,
And will always be a tiring thing.

You will face different chores,
As you grow older they will get more and more,
This is the circle we go through in life,
The way of life will never end.

Prince Sefa (11 years old)

In the Army

I look around,
There’s no one there,
I hear a rustle and a bang,
Risking my life everyday,
To keep my country safe,
All of a sudden I feel weak,
I touch my neck, sticky,
Blood pouring,
I say my goodbyes sadly,
As the world slowly drifts away.

Reece Cooper (10 years old)

Fireman’s Work

The dreaded phone rings, the fireman answers,
The firetruck sings in the cold dead night,
Finally they see the burning house,
The flames were as bright as the sun,
Flames jump towards the fireman,
Three long hoses spread cold water,
Over the burning house,
One of the family, stuck inside,
A few minutes later a little girl in his arms,
The fireman’s face covered with ashes but smiling,
Tired fireman head back to their station,
Waiting for the dreaded phone to ring,
Waiting for another rescue.

Amy Ba (10 years old)

Autumn Leaves

The G & T students have written Autumn poems using a variety of photos as their source. From this stimulus they were able to create interesting metaphors and similes to describe the leaves and capture their feelings of Autumn.

Brick Red leaves,
Crying for each other,
As the soft Autumn breeze catches,
A pointed Russet leaf,
Grasping for life with it’s dry crispy stem,
It spirals down, spinning like a Catherine Wheel,
And huddles together in a leafy pile,
An old, bronze, jagged leaf,
Shrivelling, it was to be it’s last movement,
Empty veins, not a drop of liquid,
Still, silent as a skeleton,
Pointed fingers like a star,
Grasping,
Floating, spiralling to the green earth,
Lying like an injured soldier,
Huddled together, dying together,
His beautiful charms and colours,
Like well deserved medals,
Lying there, shrivelling up hiding it’s jewels and treasures,
All is still,
Lifeless,
Souless,
Dead.


Thomas Watkins

Swirling down, a rainbow of colour,
Floating, scattered on the ground,
Falling swiftly not a sound,
Yellow, brown and ruby red,
Reflecting in the sun, colours bright,
Shining like jewels in the light.

Blazing jewels drifting slowly on the hillside,
Grieving pain, the leaves have cried,
The beautiful colours have almost died,
Falling soft as snow
Gasping for life.

Prince Sefa

The scattered leaves lie dead on the ground,
The fiery colours drain out of each leaf,
They huddle together,
Their beautiful shapes lay silent,
In brilliant formation.

Kyle Osborne

The leaves falling with their last breathe of life,
Lying on the damp, damp ground like injured soldiers,
Even in death they shine,
Beautiful colours, Ruby Red and Lime Green,
Lying on the naked earth,
Curling up sadly as other leaves die on top of them,
Turning to skeletons,
Ribs cracking,
Using up their last breathe of life.

Joshua Evans

Topaz, Amber, Blazing Orange leaves hang from the tree,
Like Ruby Red flowers, or Sunset Yellow butterflies,
Blood red leaves lay on the ground like injured soldiers,
Scattered, rotting, curling, falling,
Apple Green, Jade, Gold and Bronze skeletons.

Chloe Lummis

I see a forest of pure gold,
Glistening in the sunlight,
Crimson gracefully floating in the breeze,
As red as the crown jewels,
Even in death their colours shine,
A rainbow of colour surrounds me.

Reece Cooper

Autumn leaves shining,
Shimmering down to the dry ground,
Like velvet Topaz curls,
Colours from Jade to Rosy Red,
And Blushing Rubies,
Rich multi coloured stars,
Twirling to the ground,
Locking tightly like a stained glass window,
Bright fiery colours melting into one,
And soon,
Dying.

Ashlea Brewin

The leaves on the trees swirl and twirl over the winds gentle billows,
Orange, Amber, Green and Red,
They fall to the ground like a blanket on a bed,
Butterflies of peaceful colours, fly around the earth,
Dew covered leaves of old Oak trees,
Cling onto branches.
They whistle and rustle as they dance to the ground ,
Through the trees in the forest, safe and sound,
The forest’s friends have dried up and died,
The forest’s trees with sadness cried,
But the leaves of the forest are always near,
And the trees wait impatiently until next year.

Eve Mitchell

Wonderful September rainbow leaves,
Swirling and twirling down to the ground,
Crunchy, Rose Pink star leaves,
Dancing like Divas and Ballerinas,
The colours of a paint palette,
Honey orange, dripping,
Leaves clinging onto the trees,
Rosy Red, layered, crunchy leaves
Falling to the ground,
Colourful, dry, spiky and Gold,
Amber, prickly, dying leaves,
Dry weak leaves, the colour of a Tiger’s Eye,
Snapping, crunching, like a fire sparkling,
The trees now as bare as a skeleton,
The Autumn ending quickly.

Teegan Talbot

The trees become lonely as the leaves float free,
They are dry, thirsty and dying,
The weakened shivering leaves swirl to the ground,
Rosy red and crunchy Gold,
Twisting and dancing to the hard earth,
Bright green leaves turn crispy brown,
Layered and waiting for rain,
To quench their thirst.

Chloe Wheeler

The leaves have fallen,
Autumn has begun,
Graceful leaves spiralling down,
Empty souls, tired and alone,
All huddled, no space around,
Crimson, Amber, Russet Red,
Injured soldiers,
Tattered,
Dead.

Alfie Rolfe

Gliding leaves swoop down like birds,
Burning leaves, turning rusty
And sweating in the fiery heat,
Praying for rain, gasping for life,
Tattered and crispy it falls,
Like a feather,
Lying dead, skeletons snapping,
Ribs cracking,
Ruby red flesh spreading,
Tombs needed.

Alex Clarke

Crimson leaves drifting down,
Brunette, Bronze and Rusty Red,
Vibrant colours falling silently,
A golden blanket covering the hilltops,
One leaf dies,
Another cries,
Scattered here and there,
Curling leaves lie motionless like skeletons,
Not a care as the tree becomes bare.

David Doyle

Beautiful butterflies falling,
Jade, Bronze, and Crimson,
Gold tinged, shivering in the cold,
She shines like a star,
Her jagged edges shrivel as she’s contracting,
Her golden treasures like patchwork,
Dead leaves like scattered flowers,
Colours clashing,
Paint palette,
She lies like an injured soldier,
Covered in Ruby red blood,
Her rib cage is open as blood bursts.

Sophie Leppard

Rich golden leaves hang desperately to the old gnarled branches,
The colourful, cold, dying leaves,
Scatter on the ground as the gloomy moon is full,
One after the other, piling up, overlapping,
Curling like a Rabbit’s ear,
Spiky Russet leaves fall like crumpled paper,
Huddling together trying to keep warm,
Shaped like a star and falling softly onto the unforgiving earth,
The rusty leaves still,
As it life ends.

Amy Ba

The leaves hang on for dear life,
Colourful as a rainbow,
Falling like snowflakes,
To the earth, silent as a pin’s drop,
Woodlands blanketed, full of leaves,
Jaggered and layered as a smashed window,
As yellow as honey and as red as fire,
Leaves stacking, layer upon layer,
Orange, Brown and Ruby Red,
The leaves settle,
Their day has gone.

Che Mc Queen

The leaves twirl down,
Like a rainbow as they drop,
Crunching, layered, one on top of the other,
They were like stars hanging in the sky,
Now like butterflies fluttering,
Treasures glittering,
Some are Topaz,
And some are Bronze,
All different colours as they touch the ground,
Dying, dying, dying,
Dead.


Nicola Davis

Golden leaves cling to the tree,
Silhouetted against the sky,
The velvet ruby leaves twirling like a hurricane,
They fall like golden coins from the tree,
Amber leaves floating in the air,
They land softly, as light as a feather,
As they lay on the ground they shrivel,
And die on the hard concrete.

Emma Staines

The leaves like stars on the trees,
All crunchy and Bronze,
Spinning like a tornado,
Fluttering in the sunlight,
All the multi coloured leaves so bright,
Spiralling down, a lovely brown,
Leaves are dying, no more flying,
Leaves all Ruby red, floating to their leafy bed,
Colours like a rainbow,
No more now are trying to grow,
Leaves are dying, dying, dying,
All the leaves are dead.

Joseph Wootten

The Autumn changing colour like a paint palette,
Leaves twirl as they softly touch the ground,
Like a butterfly landing,
The Yellow Ochre colour sparkles in the low sun,
As the Topaz and Bronze leaves fly in the wind,
Suddenly the dancing stops,
The veins dry up and die.

Daniel Cain

The curled leaves falling down,
Like a multi-coloured tornado,
Shimmering as the sun glistens on them,
Their colours shining in the sun,
Yellow Ochre, twisting and turning,
Like a magical fire in the forest,
They fall to the ground like butterflies,
Fluttering to land.

Christoper Clarke

The leaves are bright like fire lighting the sky above,
They’re changing to bright rainbow colours,
Leaves clinging to the branch,
Like holding hands tight,
Falling now, like tornadoes swirling and dancing,
A multi-coloured collage on paper.

Tess Young

Soft brown leaves fall swiftly and silently,
Honey Yellow and Fiery Red,
Shrivelled brown or brilliant Topaz,
Scattered leaves, as colourful as a paint palette,
Dead leaves curled like rabbits’ ears.

Charley Wright

The sunlit yellow leaves,
Twisting and turning from the trees,
Twirling down like butterflies,
Floating one by one,
Ruby Red, Shimmering gold and Topaz,
Turning into a stained glass blanket,
The trees now stand bare and cold.

Adam Rose

Forest leaves scattered everywhere,
Amber, Topaz, Lime green and Ruby red,
All lay asleep in their bed,
Dry and crispy, twisting, curling,
All huddled together,
Leaves falling as silent as a feather,
The richness in the veins slowly fading.

Ashley Le Brun

Autumn leaves shivering down,
Like raindrops falling to the ground,
Struggling to escape from the branch,
Red, yellow and green,
Multi-coloured leaves overlapping,
Falling like lava,
A paint palette of leaves.

Daniel Toley

Lime and Apple Green,
Rich Ruby and Crimson Red,
Their hearts as Bronze,
Dying slowly,
Silent,
They shine like a ruby,
Like a stained glass window,
Each one the missing piece.

Jake Ellis

The sweating leaves, green, orange, red,
Drifting slowly to a crispy blanket bed,
Floating down to colourful piles,
Swirling and curving and swerving for miles,
Lying there like an injured soldier,
Shrivelling, no more life,
Saying ‘Goodbye’ to his comrades,
Gathered around a warm sunlit fire,
Rusty and crispy,
A rainbow of colour shivering on the cold ground,
Damp and cold,
Crumbled but bold.

Chloe Carrington

A tornado of crispy, golden leaves fall to the ground,
They lie on the dry floor,
Like beautiful, silent butterflies,
They start to change.

Kelly Johnson

Yellow Ochre leaves fill the ground,
Dancing and swirling,
Not making a sound.

Amy Arthur

Leaves as colourful as a stained glass window,
Hanging from the trees,
Swirl, swirl, swirling everywhere,
Leaves as dry as sand,
Brown leaves lie on the ground.

Taylor Smith

Leaves hanging from the trees,
Honey Yellow, Jade Green,
Ruby red leaves twirl to the ground,
They lay in a blanket peacefully sleeping,
Crunching in my hand.

Tilly Minns

The crispy leaves shiver on the rough branches,
Amber leaves, as bright as lava,
Dewdrops sit on the golden leaves as they twirl to the ground.

Lauren Ashby

Ruby Red and Apple Green,
The leaves veined and sleeping,
Showing their beauty for one more day,
Even though they are dying,
Their colours still so bright,
Clinging to the branch like bats,
Then curling up in their Autumn bed.

Luke Wilton

The red leaves are the colour of fire,
Yellow Ochre leaves spinning like a tornado,
The sun shining brightly on the bronze star leaves,
All the leaves are dancing,
Golden leaves like coins thrown into the air.

Ryan Osborn

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