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Poems - Spring 2007
Check out these poems from some of the young visitors to our website.

The Sun

The sun melts its victims
And sneaks through cracks in houses
Like a rat scurrying between holes.
Anything that comes near
gets destroyed.
Its boiling blaze fights the rain
But when it is night
It disappears
Like a ghost vanishing into mid-air.

by Nicholas Hale, aged 9

 
Waves

I can hear the hiss and boom of the sea
The white horses are galloping gracefully
The shimmering waves splash upon the shore
I go to jumping in after eating my apple core
Slimy seaweed scattered all around
In the glistening waters and on the soggy ground
We wrap seaweed round our legs like chains
While the white horses toss spray from their manes
The water glistens from the sun
It warms us up so we can have fun
It starts to coll down as the sun starts to set
Its now no fun, we walk home me and my pet, half dry, half wet.

by Emily Walker, aged 9

   

What Do I Do?

What do I do?
What do I do?
When it's dark and I need
To go to the loo?

It's warm and lovely in my bed,
I think of going to sleep instead.

What do I do?
What do I do?
When it's dark and I need
To go to the loo?

The bathroom at night is very creepy,
And tonight I'm very sleepy.

What do I do?
What do I do?
When it's dark and I need
To go to the loo...

I know
I'll just go!


by Yasmen Ahmed, aged 11

 

Angel Cloud

She holds a ball called the moon in one hand,
a hot yellow ball in the other
she shines them over us;
my Angel Cloud.

She tips out a bottle of liquid
bright aqua blue and green
has some more which is brown in another
she names the blue 'sea' and the other 'land'.

She drops a box down with treasures in
green and brown and growing
she sets them down to colour earth
and lays out spaces too.

She sends down a box of living things
some of them are us
ahe fills them with skill and knowledge
so they can stay alive.

She gives us things to play with
to use our talents on
for our humble pass-times
and here we are
because of my
Angel Cloud.

She holds a ball called the moon in one hand
a hot yellow ball in the other
she shines them over all of us;
my Angel Cloud.

by Alice Bell, aged 9

 

   
Seasons

Spring is the delicate petals of a soft pink rose
awaken as the birds sing their songs

Summer is the lazy sun
sitting in his hot summer's sky

Autumn is the leaves falling and flying
like brown and golden crazy birds

Winter is the arctic winds blowing as
the snow lays his blanket gently across the world

by Ellamae Hindley, aged 7

 

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