Poetry

Over the last few days we have been writing free verse poetry inspired by photographs we took in the school grounds.
The following posts are a sample of some of the work we have produced so far.

The odd tree log by Alexander

The Odd Tree Log

If I’m right,

You’ll question why,

I have taken a photo of this.

 But if you see it correctly,

You will see lots of things,

Like a spider,

That has too many legs.

Or a person,

With tentacles,

And an eye in his stomach.

The War by Samuel

The gunman were protecting,

The wall was defending,

From the war going on

It was no place to have fun.

As the baby leaves waited for their parents,

Behind the great wall,

Some parents never to be seen again.

In the great war against the wood,

The children screamed, “Mom!” and “Dad!”

But nobody would answer, it was leaves versus wood.

Nature at war, made more destruction than humans could.

The leaves by Jakub

 

The bushy leaves swishing in the background,

All you can hear is swish, swish.

Children playing on the playground, leaving me in peace.

But later they come to the hide-out,

Some snap twigs,

Some fix them.

Some never bother to come inside.

They clean, they make it dusty.

The Colourful Tree by Olivia W

The Colourful Tree

The purple leaves are dangling,

On the tree with their friends

Their colours shine in the sun.

When the leaves fall,

They soon grow back

Their lives are never ending.

By Olivia W

The Colourful Tree by Olivia D

The Colourful Tree

Lots of beautiful purple leaves dangling,

On the tree with the others leaves.

Waiting to fly away,

It’s very peaceful and calming in there,

These bright leaves are shining.

From the tree,

I would relax in there.

When they fly away,

They never come back

by Olivia D

The Drifting Feather by Maddie

The Drifting Feather by Maddie

The spine flows like a meandering river,

So does the floating feather in the wind.

The stripes are like a raccoon’s body,

Black and grey pushes the white over the moon.

Feathers drift off everywhere, except for one,

The young feather sits there,

Unable to move.

 It wishes it could fly,

It had lots of friends

Not anymore,

They grew up and left it,

All sorrow and alone in the mud

wishing it was old enough,

Wishing

Wishing,

Wishing.

The Angel looks by Grace N & Millie

The Angel looks.

The colourful leaves looked like an Angel,

Staring out its window.

Like everyone are the citizens,

And it is the hero.

It brings luck to everyone,

Its graceful

Like a swan.

The crescent moon,

Making sure it does no bad,

It did not,

So it was glad.

By Grace N & Millie

The Orange Leaf by Grace C and Amaleigh

The bright yellow sun shines down on the orange leaf.

In the distance, suddenly it starts to rain.

All the wildlife runs for shelter,

All of a sudden, it stops raining.

Then eventually all the animals come out and play.

FEATHER ( BY TEGAN AND DARCIE)

Once there lay a dullish feather,

With a lifetime spirit,

Who would’ve thought in autumn,

You would find this very special merit.

This feather is long and thin,

With a dirty smooth texture,

It is black, white and grey,

But blacker than ever.

 if you saw this you would feel sad

But you would never be mad

As Green... by Ella

As Green as the freshly mowed grass,

As tall as the highest cloud in the sky.

In the distance calling in the wind.

They slowly peer protecting guarding,

The tiny tree.

As red as a flame in the wind.

Ella

Spaghetti Petals by Clara

Spaghetti petals by Clara

 

As golden as a gleaming trophy,

Spaghetti petals wait.  
Nectar shyly hides from sight,

Spaghetti petals wait.

Petal soldiers protect nectar,

Spaghetti petals guard.

Babies crouch from the spotlight,

Spaghetti petals guard.

All the petals hold a feast,

Spaghetti petals dance.

Babies sing a silent song,

Spaghetti petals dance. 

The Small Tree by Courtney

The small tree

By Courtney

As colourful as a rainbow,

As green as the grass.

As bright as the sun.

It grows.

And it dies.

The Midnight Sky by Carter and Stuart

The Midnight Sky

From an eye of a person

To the pattern on some wood,     

With a spiral circling the pupil of an eye

The pupil is black as the midnight sky.

by Carter and Stuart

Autumn is here by Maya and Scarlett

AUTUMN IS HERE! 
BY MAYA W AND SCARLETT B

It is day.
The sunny summer sky has turned grey.
The silver blanket of fog has just settled in.
And the usual sun bling has faded.
Murky maroon shaved wood surrounds the leafy collage on the floor.
On this new day out in the moor.
When I step out in the air,
I feel the cold in my hair.
I take another step and freeze,
As the first conker of the season falls from the trees.
As it hits the moist grass,
The cosy emerald shield cracks in two .
The only thing I have to do,
Is to collect conkers,
Through and through.
Autumn is here!
So I cry a happy tear.

The Dandelion's Mum by Alycia and Natasha

The Dandelion’s mum

The lonely little dandelion was watching the sun staring

 and waiting for his mum.

He waited and waited,

That was all he could do.

As the day went on,

The sun went down.

 His mum was out to find some more sun.

She never came back.

As the Dandelion grew

He shot up quick and watched the sun.

He saw his mum,

She was the sun.

Alycia and Natasha