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Poetry
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My Life
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One night when I went to bed,
I heard a big bang inside my head-
I realised my bed was flying
What a beautiful view as I flew over you.
As I flew into my dreams
I shot quickly into space.
I looked down and thought
What a happy place
As I flew over you.
When I looked closer
I could see my house and school
I could see my family and friends.
I missed them
As I flew over you.
I really want to return from space
Back to this beautiful and happy place
Suddenly I am awake
And realise how lucky I am
As I flew over you.
Georgina
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Thin Poems - Lost Kit
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Lost kit
Everywhere.
What to do. What to do.
But wait.
What’s this?
It’s my top-
I lost it last week.
Shoes,
Socks,
Shorts,
Dresses,
Jumpers,
Tights,
Vests,
And
Gloves!
In the middle of summer!
Running,
Running,
In and out
Of classrooms
Handing
Out clothes.
YAWN
Getting
Tired
Must go
To
…….
BED! zzZZZ
Isabella
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Autumn
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Taste autumn on the wind, where cold grips at your face.
Taste autumn in the woods, where leaves turn colours of the sun.
Taste autumn in the fields, where farmers are getting ready for harvest.
Taste autumn in the wood,
while the squirrels are gathering nuts
and hedgehogs prepare to hibernate.
Taste autumn in the misty morning
when days get shorter
and colder and foggy evenings come.
Taste autumn in the forest,
when leaves painted gold
crunch beneath your feet.
Taste autumn in the sky,
when birds prepare to fly south
and can be heard calling.
Taste autumn in the wind,
as it blows the trees about
and rustles the leaves.
Taste autumn in the orchard,
when apples fall
and are made into pies.
Taste autumn in the garden,
when the conkers drop
and children play their games.
Victoria
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The Cat
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It was
Cold,
Cold,
Very cold,
Almost freezing
During the night.
I crept
Quietly
Through the street.
Then I heard
A crash,
A bang,
Silence,
Then a creak.
I turned
Round
And saw
A big,
Black,
Dark,
Hairy monster
Staring at me.
So I ran
And ran
And ran
Until
The monster
Had
Gone.
Elizabeth
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Boring Sunday Rainy Afternoon
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Boring Sunday Rainy Afternoon the TV’s on and the volume’s loud
We’re trying to beat the sound of the thundercloud.
The bedroom upstairs is a very big mess
The computer’s crashed twice I have to confess.
PS2’s a real pain
It drives me mad this sopping rain.
Watching DVD’s, highly rated
Mum gave us not popcorn but cheese (ugh!) grated.
Whilst Dad was doing some DIY
Just a cardboard cupboard and not very high,
My small sister, Sophie, was drawing teenage Jane.
She was half scribble, half stickman and to me looked very lame.
This was a boring rainy Sunday, which could have been such fun
Maybe we’ll be lucky next week and have a bit of sun.
Louise
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Antarctica
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A frozen landscape, powerful and majestic.
Menacing blizzards, freezing and frightening.
Glaciers sliding perilously towards the hurtling sea.
Mighty pack ice fatal to sailors.
Treacherous crevasses, dangerous and dark,
Hidden beneath a thin layer of ice.
Glistening icebergs, three quarters beneath the sea,
Impressive but deadly.
Never ending darkness during long, harsh, winters.
But summers sparkling when the sun never sets
Creating a crystallised wonderland.
UIIW
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Welcome
Upper II (Year 5)
Sayers Croft
Poetry
