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• Nature Lives - Kelly Campbell

• River River - by Luke Finch and Joe Proctor

• A Robin Wish - by Jessica Holmes

• What Could It Be? - Michael Tracey

• Just Water - Sam Matthews

• Nature Lives

 Nature lives

Shooting through the ground,

Jumping and thriving

Winding around.

Higher and higher

Seeping through

Colours brighter than fire.

Nature is true

Carried by breeze

Floating through the air

Making me sneeze.

Here and there

Shiny stones

Flattened weeds

The wind moans

Whilst blowing the seeds.

Flowers fire

But as much as it tries

Eventually it loses fire

And nature dies.

 by Kelly Campbell

Penkridge Middle School - Year 8

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• River River

 River  River flowing through,

All the spirits going to.

They are close to their end

As they go round the river bend.

 Willows wave as they go by

Touching the spirits as they cry.

River bank tall and steep

As the willows start to weep.

A flash of blue as the Kingfisher

Darted through

Seeking refuge from the breeze

Underneath the swaying trees.

When the water rises

The river reveals more surprises.

It shows us its force

As it makes its course

The river will always flow.

It will never slow.

My memories of the waters

Nature’s lifeblood alters.

by Luke Finch and Joe Proctor

Penkridge Middle School - Year 8

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• A Robin Wish

I am a robin only just born,

Everything I see I’ve never seen before.

Many new things I do meet,

Especially people with only two feet.

Sounds and sights confuse me so

But I am learning that I know.

I am glad things are so bright,

Everything’s better in the light.

I see so much in one day

That I am tired when I lay.

When I go to rest I’m sad,

For I am alone which is bad.

My only wish is for someone to love.

I shall pray to god above.

by Jessica Holmes

Penkridge Middle School - Year 8

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• What Could It Be

What could it be, this old dead tree

Lying on the ground, waiting to be found.

Maybe a crocodile disguised in the trees,

Or a snake, watching the bees.

What could it be, this old dead tree

Stuck on the grass, watching people pass.

Could it be an otter having a rest on land,

Or even a pig, watching the bandstand.

What could it be, the old dead tree

Waiting in the bush, never in a rush.

Possibly a lizard grazing in the grass,

Or just a plain log, watching time pass.

by Michael Tracey

Penkridge Middle School - Year 8

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• Just Water

Trees combine

Roots intertwine

At the river’s edge.

The willow weeps

As the city sleeps

Over the river’s edge.

All the trees lean

Close to the stream

Near the river’s edge.

The old tree

Cracks and creaks

At the river’s edge.

The water’s story

In all its glory

Is vast and never ends.

The river soon

May burst its banks

Dirt’ll line the uneven banks.

As the river changes shape

Covered by a dirty brown cape

At the river’s edge.

Endless meanders, bends and turns

Are forgotten as the water churns,

At the river, the endless river,

At the river’s edge.

by Sam Matthews

Penkridge Middle School - Year 8

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