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The Friary School - SCHOOL
POETRY YEARS 6
and 7 -
04/06/07 - Poet - Peter Clews |
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1.
A single petal floating
Nothing to disturb it
A sudden flash of blue
Nothing to disturb it
A duck swimming slowly
Nothing to disturb it
A bird singing in the trees
Nothing to disturb it
This is the beauty of the outside world
2.
This stillness of the dirty pond water
Always looking clean from a distance
Shimmering with the beautiful wildlife
above
Forever people will come and experience
the wildlife wonders
3.
In this garden there are sights of
beauty
Smells of a million wonderful things
Listen carefully and you’ll hear the
animals
Feel the textures of each plant
Taste the senses of delight
See, hear, smell, feel and taste the
sensory garden
4.
Ducks of different colours
Gracefully gliding on the water
Flies of different shapes and sizes
Gracefully gliding on the water
Fishes of different colours and sizes
Gracefully gliding in the water
These are the creatures of the water
5.
Field’s of glory and beauty
Filled with wild and fierce flowers
But underneath all terror
Is grace and beauty
Delicately placed between each colourful
flower
Nature is more than skin deep
Sitting silently in a still field
Or so it may seem
There is never a still moment
Everything is alive, moving, feeling,
breathing
Moments like these are destroyed by
laughter
This is what the world is today
By Francesca
Philpotts
The Friary School
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I stick
like glue on to people’s clothes
I am green in colour and I look like bows
I enjoy the day, I enjoy the night
And stick to things that are out of sight
I do not stick to anoraks
But always to people’s backs
Why do people pick me
Am I humour or even harmony?
So that’s my life and beginning
In summer, winter or even spring
By
Bethany Wilding
The Friary School
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It’s
the songs of joy
Of the birds I hear
Then the water twirls
And the fish appear
Closer they come
Forming a group
Spinning around
In a giant loop
Their tails down
Their head up high
They’re all so dull
When their faces sigh
Off they swim
Along they go
All so happy
But ever so slow
By
Alice Wilkes
The dog’s pulling
It hurts my arm
So I pull its collar
But he’s still not calm
I ask him nicely
“Please let go,”
But he answers back
“NO, NO, NO”!
Now I’m angry
My face gets red
So he runs off
Straight to his bed
Now he’s always calm
So I’m full of joy
And I always say
“You’re such a good boy”.
By Alice Wilkes
The Friary School
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The gnats and flies dance around the
luscious pink of the rhododendron as it weeps into the
trickle of the gentle waterfall
Bees home in on sweet, sweet nectar of
the newly open buds
As the toad dodges and dives between the
splashes of the rusty coloured water
It bounces off the iron rich rocks
The toad lollops away under the dark,
powerful cedar
As soon as he sees the gorgeous structure
of the perfect swan
By
Daniel Speakman
The Friary School
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The earth is like a massive garden
With humans invading it
It’s also like the peaceful place that
no-one ever knows
So the earth is like a garden in which we
live
Life is like a big, big shelter that
keeps us dry through the rain
You can also say there are massive rocks
of life
That brings hope for the future and
commitments
So life can be anything from the smallest
rock to the biggest shelter
Flowers are like the hope and glory of
the garden
They also give happiness and sadness to
the world and its people
They have seen the whole world and knew
it grew
To be so big and beautiful
Big tree, big tree
How did you come to be?
Was it a seed?
Was it a weed?
Big tree, big tree
How did you come to be?
The Friary School
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I am a giant
King of the wood
Master of the forest
Duke of the plants
Prince of the earth
I am a great tree
Nature is a story
A beginning, an end
Fate, death, peace
Destruction and life
Nature is song
Silence, noise, tranquillity
From birdsong to alarm call from birds
But most of all, life
Nature is a chain
A chain of food
Predator and prey
Food and starvation
But most of all, life
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Island
Just think of being and island
Pretty cool
Am I right?
But think again
Being so lonely
No-one to talk to about life
No-one to talk to about anything
Just think of having no friends
I would not like to be an island
The loneliness never ends
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By Amelia Powell
The Friary School
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The
Flower Girls
Ivy crawled up the mossy rock
Shaking bugs off in the wind
Spiders, proud, sew webs on her
Where dead flies are wrapped and binned
Ivy was bored of her tiny rock
So she sought for higher places
A tree where birds flew, twittering
She shrunk back: not enjoying their races
Poor Ivy missed her spidery friends!
Oh, how she wept and cried!
She streaked across the forest floor
Back to her rock, where no bird pried
Ivy’s grown to an elderly age
Respected above all others
She is asked for advice and wisdom
Her and her spider brothers!
Fern
Fern swayed, waving her leaves
Entertaining all in sight!
Ripples even joined in the dance
Never seen before, such delight!
Heather
Heather’s purple blossom bloomed
In meadows and forest alike
She smiled at all around her
Whether they freeze, so still, or hike
Heather’s rather the pretty one
Charming all that she sees
By swaying gently in the wind
Attracting much more than bees!
The Friary School
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He
peeps out when I’m sad
He jumps around when I’, blue
His face is like a beaming sun smiling at
me
But I’ve realised he only comes out when
I’ve got food
The Friary School
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My pen just fell in the river
What am I to do?
It was my favourite one, quite plain in
fact
But it did the job quite well
My pen just fell in the river
And now I feel so blue
I cannot finish my poem
So I don’t know what to do
The Friary School
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Deafening silence, ‘tis the night
‘Til the morning, ‘til the light
Golden sun will again rise
When the pretty songbird cries
“Deafening silence,” tweeted the robin
“Dry river,” croaked the frog
“Bright darkness,” whispered the tiny
mouse
In the classroom of the owl
“Done well,” hooted the wise old owl
“Oxymorons called they are
Trip field we are going on
River bank, down go we.
“Hear you can the dragonfly
Kingfisher see well as
Smell lavender, very sweet smells it
Taste fresh river air
“Touch ripples, wet they are, they are
Twit twoo, twit twoo, that’s who?
Mrs Owl! Ready lunch is?
Feast, oh, what shall we have?”
Now all is well in Owl’s Classroom
And we shall leave them there
Eating a feast of cakes and jam
And other little things
Deafening silence, ‘tis the night
‘til the morning, ‘til the light
Golden sun will again rise
When the pretty songbird cries
The Friary School
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Robin Red Breast is my name
Eating flies is my game
I duck and swoop to catch my prey
Until the sunset of the day
My routine is the same each year
But always alert of my greatest fear
I take my fledglings under my wing
And then I gaily begin to sing
My coat keeps me warm through the cold
winter breeze
Sleeping in my nest of trees
So that was my life
That was that
As I ended up
In a mouth of a cat!
The Friary School
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Strolling through the forest
Looking all around
Jesus on a tree or a tiny hole in the
ground
Who made that trail? We do not know
Very small it seems
If only we could say, hello
Maybe in our dreams
Jesus, suffering on the deadly cross
Some people just don’t care
Whether it’s chopping down trees or
losing lives
The same qualities they both share
She cared for nature
She cared as a wife
From her friendship and dedication
She gave badgers their life
In memory
of Pat Banks
The Friary School
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I’m not
too good with nature
With all the bloodthirsty nettles
And poisonous foxgloves
Working together as a team
One plant I found interesting
But to name it is unknown
Hanging over the brickwork
With its green spiky leaves
And red furry spikes
Which is attracted by bees
The snail crawling up the long green
grass
Leaving his slime behind
Swaying in the wind
Living a life of its own
I’m not good with nature
But it’s getting better!
I’m not very good with nature
With all those bloodthirsty nettles
And dangerous ducks that quack and snap
We found one interesting plant
It was a red fir bramble
It was red, furry and weedy
It looked prickly but it wasn’t really
By Kathryn Roberts, Laura Parker &
Matthew Thorne
The Friary School
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You come to England then you go to
Stafford
Then you come to the Wolseley Centre
Then to the lake
There’s the duck swimming around
The duck comes out of the brown dirty
lake
And waddles about
The duck likes waddling about
That’s the best thing about being a duck
You look over
And you see
The bright white swan
The leader of the pack
The swan swims around
Like he is the king
His giant white wings appear
And flap in the water when he is angry
As you look over the lake
You can see a bright pink lily floating
past
Seeing the world float by
So the lake is an amazing lake
The Friary School
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Each little leaf, on the branches of my
body
Are falling, falling, falling, to the
earth
My heart is swelling up near to broken
And each tear is falling, falling,
falling, to the earth
No-one appreciates my inner beauty, only
everyone else’s
I am dying, dying, dying, every day
The other trees in the orchard laugh at
my weakness
I am dying, dying, dying, every day
The birds are nibbling at what is left of
me
I am nearly dead, dead, dying every day
The fungi lives on what is left of me
I am did, dead, dead, for now
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There he is
swimming
All around
Not making
Any sound
In circles
Around he goes
With the water
As it flows
His reflection
Upside down
Different colours
Like a clown
Green and brown
White and black
He swims away
And then come back
The Friary School
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People think I’m evil
People think I’m mean
People think I don’t really care
But actually I’m not that keen
I was brought up as a killer
Stinging things that come my way
I try my hardest not to
But I don’t really have a say
So whatever I seem to try or do
I will always end up just stinging YOU!
The
Friary School
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What if you were a flower?
A pink flower, a beautiful flower
That showed up bright in the sun
You sit there all day
People watch you
You know that they’re there
But you can’t see them
And even though you’re centre of all the
attention
You have no friends
Not really
People just look at you and then go
Go far, far away
And the looking is not so good either
Imagine thousands staring at you all the
time
Every day, every minute
But if you think that the pink flower’s
life is good
Go ahead
Think it
Think whatever you like
The Friary School
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The shelter
The warmth
My own little place
My secret to survival
The canopy
The safety
My waterproof roof
My loyalty to nature
My rhubarb shelter is the only thing I
have
Why
have a life-preserver for ducks?
Surely they can swim
Why have a life-preserver for swans?
Surely they’d never need it
Why have a life-preserver or fish?
Surely they can swim
Why have a life-preserver for humans?
Surely they don’t jump in
The Friary School
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I am the sun, the power of all
Nature, the centre of attention
I draw all to my presence
And can evaporate the sea in the blink of
an eye
I am a mountain
Big and strong
Although people may try to break me down
I will still stand tall
I am David’s tree
I grow on the power of Goliath
And look down at the shrubs
That bow before me
I am a tiger
King of the jungle
I hunt for my strength
Always sharp, poised for attack
I am a bee
Although I am small
Many creatures flee before my sting
A yellow flash beneath colourful flowers
I am an ant
I am not big
I am not a predator but
We are a group, friends, enemies together
We are nature
The Friary School
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Toad, toad, hops along
Without a care in the world
Leaps, stumbles, plop
Into a pool of calm relaxing water
With a bed of leaves balancing on top
Off he goes without a care in the world
Off to feed his young in time for tea
The Friary School
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