The Golden Acorn

 I am a silent shadow

Cast across a silver screen.

I am the wizard of my wood,

I scatter my knowledge throughout my home.

I am the nest to birds, bugs and bees,

I provide warmth and food for those in need.

I am an idol to my friends

Most of whom are smaller than me.

I am a creator of life and joy,

Yet sadness fills me.

I am lonely, I stand alone, I am old

But I still stand tall.

I am wrinkled and mouldy

From where creatures once stood.

I am elegant no more,

My frills of green have begun to fade.

A bluebird once said,

I bring smiles to all who look upon me

Because I am the greatest Oak tree.

Josephine Brown

Woodhouse Middle School - Year 7

Wizened old oak tree

Wizened old oak tree twisting up and up

Spiralling to the heavens, swooping up so high

Secrets trapped within your wood, in your weathered boughs

Your textured skin of bumpy bark, you gnarled old finger twigs

Centuries you have surely stood there, in Nature’s forest realm

But now you’ve left the canopy way, way out of reach

Stretching upwards for the land, where angels’ wings do beat

Chris Ryles

Woodhouse Middle School - Year 7

The Mute Swan

 I see water, I see sky

What do I see in your eye?

I see your cygnets

Swimming by

I see a family you are not part of

Is that your destiny, to be alone?

What do I see in your eye?

I see water flowing softly by

I hear birds singing merrily

I hear trees rustling softly

What can I hear through your ear?

I hear others coming near

I can see water flowing by

I hear birds flying by

I see ducks swimming by

I hear vehicles going by

But mostly, I see you

 Aaron Sproson

 Woodhouse Middle School - Year 7