Friday, 17 May 2013

We have been writing poems this week in Literacy!

11 comments:

  1. The pool in the trees
    When the ice cold wind was whistling,
    In branches of the huge oak tree,
    The nine year old girl daydreamed on the park bench,
    And imagined the sound of the water splashing.

    The branches were a flurry of arms through the water,
    The brown leaves raced to the finish line,
    As flowers waved and cheered,
    The splashing sound of water filled the air.
    The race was won!

    By Natasha

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  2. The cheering crowd in the trees

    When the freezing cold wind was biting,
    In the leaves of the tall ash tree.
    A young boy fell asleep on a 2 year old bench,
    And he dreamed of a cheering crowd.

    The leaves screamed and shouted,
    A volcano of supporters erupted.
    As the crowd jumped and cheered,
    The championship had been won.

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  3. Rain
    One night a giant got terribly upset,
    He cried a thousand glittering tears,
    And everything got soaking wet,
    He cried upon the roof tiles,
    He cried upon the ground,
    He went upon the trees,
    And sobbed without a slightest sound,

    His tears made tiny mirrors,
    That rippled on the rock hard floor,
    It gave a joyful child ,
    To discover and explore,
    Jump on the reflections,
    That covered dimpled paths,
    Children put on willies,
    They could be heard with gleeful laughs,

    By Zoe Beaman

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  4. Rain
    One night a giant got terribly upset,
    He cried a thousand glittering tears,
    And everything got soaking wet,
    He cried upon the roof tiles,
    He cried upon the ground,
    He went upon the trees,
    And sobbed without a slightest sound,

    His tears made tiny mirrors,
    That rippled on the rock hard floor,
    It gave a joyful child ,
    To discover and explore,
    Jump on the reflections,
    That covered dimpled paths,
    Children put on willies,
    They could be heard with gleeful laughs,

    By Zoe Beaman

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  5. The flowing river in the trees
    When the hot wind was flowing,
    In the trees leaves fall of calmly,
    The young girl lay and fell asleep,
    And dreamed of the sound of the river splashing,

    The branches and leaves filled and billowed,
    The highest tree swaying out water,
    As long sea-miles of the light afternoon,
    Her blue galleon made,

    In the sun of the shade,
    By Zoe Beaman

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  6. The magic in the trees
    When the steamy,hot wind was souring.
    In the dead leaves of the ash tree.
    The young boy fall asleep.
    And dreamed of the cave.

    The ice cold rocks tumbled.
    The unsteady cliff crumbled
    The murderous bats creaked
    The burnt out lantens crisped


    By Cameron

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  7. Heat

    The giant lit his evening fire,
    Bright sunlight illuminated the sky,
    Everything was sizziling,
    Giants had their evening roast,
    Children licked their ice cold lollys,
    Moms and Dads stayed outside,
    Whilst children jumped in paddling pools.

    The sun clutched onto houses,
    Sun reflected off glasses!
    Inside cars were blazing hot,
    The concrete was piping,
    Thermonitors cracked,
    The heat breathed fire across the sky,
    The searing heat gripped the paverment,
    Homes were scorching.

    By Natasha

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  8. The Volcano in the Trees

    When the swirling wind was blowing
    In the leaves of the giant ash tree
    The young lady enters the darkness
    And dreamed of the volcano erupting

    The branches rumbled and tumbled
    As the red hot leaves poured
    Trails of devastation
    Lead the world to end
    By Holly

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  9. THE STEAMING VOLCANO IN THE TREES
    WHEN THE STEMING HOT WIND WAS RUSHING.
    IN THE LEAVES OF THE INFANT OAK TREE .
    THE YOUNG CHILD FELL DEEPLY A ASLEEP ON THE BENCH.
    AND DREAMED OF THE ANGRY MYSTICAL VOLCANO.

    THE BRANCHES RUMBELD AND SPIILLED.
    THE RED HOT LEAVES TUMBLED A SWOMP OF DEVISTATON GUMBLED.
    A BOILING HOT STREAM WAS MADE.
    IN THE TRICKERLING LAVA OF DEATH.

    emily -jayne

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  10. The racing cars in the tree

    When the ice cold wind was flowing,
    In the leaves of the large oak tree,
    The young girl fell asleep,
    And she dreamed of the sound of the stadium filing.

    The branches shouted and screamed,
    A sea of supporter’s spilled their way to the front,
    As the roaring engines filled the air,
    The different types of cars glided the across of the finish line.
    By Olivia

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  11. The rocket in the trees
    When the ice wind was rushing
    Through the tall ash trees
    The girl fell asleep in the park
    She dreamed of the sound of a rocket
    The branches rumbled and tumbled
    The fumes sprayed out of the pipe
    The leaves rattling around as the engine began
    The rocket was in the air.

    By Oliver

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