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

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