Poem by Gill

A Cheeky Walrus

A cheeky walrus

It’s back again, glorious

Give him a hug now!

As its tusk shines bright in the sky

It’s a walrus, beauty to the eye

OH NO! It’s coming “Flip Flop”

Its flippers “Slip Slap”

Its tusk through the prey “Nom Nom”

The flabs jumping around “Boing Boing”

It’s a walrus”YAY”

Poems by Holly Sanders-Young

Waterfall
It is a small pieces of rice falling on your head
It is leaves falling
It is small rocks dropping down.

Swimming
Flipping caps
grabbing lane ropes
people splashing
coach yelling
dripping towels
music bubbles
kicking like a hippo.

Tentacles by Harry Knight

Tentacles

by Harry Knight, age 11yrs

Branches, naked

and brown like a teddy bears fur

in the shape of an octopus’ tentacles

falling and hanging from a tree.

 

Wind snoring and howling

like an old man in bed.

Bark - old and wrinkly

like his face.

Surfing the Wind by Matthew Baird

Surfing the Wind

by Matthew Baird

Distracting, amazing, yellow blazing

Stuck, chains too tight, this is their chance to be free.

Breeze blows flipping like fish fins

flying, falling, surfing the wind.

Dying

their wish comes true to live free and be alone.

Bare as a bone.

He stands still; someday he will have

a tight group of friends again.

He will truly be happy…

For a while

3 published writing pieces - Kaile Qian

You

You are a bird

Gliding over forests

Soaring over mountains

You are a cloud

Waltzing with the bright blue sky

Watching other creatures beneath you

You are a leaf

Floating to the ground

Landing upon water

You are a flower

Colouring the grasslands

Helping the bees

You are the sea

With galloping waves

And salty tides

Night Time

As the sun says goodbye

The moon shines bright

An owl hoots to confirm the night

Darkness takes over

Everything is quiet

And nothing is lit

Hours pass

And at last

A new day begins

Music

Notes Floating around

Relaxing everywhere

Chords harmonising

Writing by Kaile Qian

Writing

As the pen touches the paper

Letters scramble around

Words twist and turn

As a paragraph forms

Ink splatters

Sentences are filling the page

Lost in words

Information is smeared

Into the brain

Some real

Some made up

Sadness and Anger

Hiding in between

Words

Writing

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