Three wishes

 I wish clouds were chairs

So I could sit on one and float away 

I wish shoes were made of grass

So my feet would never hurt again 

I wish mummy and daddy were made of light

So every cuddle is warm, as warm as warm could be. 

by Sage (year 6).  

Imaginary Friend

I have a friend; his name is Pea,

He lays above my bed on my green dream catcher.

He is nor pink, or red,

But a green, and he's not mean,

Or so it may seem.I'm just kidding; he's very kind,

And is very small indeed.

You want his size?I'll give you it,

He is the size of a pea. 

He rides on my shoulder, through the day and night,

He does not take off, nor bite!

At 200 meters, he's out of sight,

But when he sees a cat, he gets a big fright!

So he runs all the way, back to me. 

That's all I can say about my friend,

I'm afraid this poem has come to an end.

Please do not frown, or sigh,as Pea and I say Goodbye!

Did I mention he has a thimble for a hat?

How's that? 

By Sage (year 6)  

What I want her to know

The first time I saw her I knew

If she was a number,

She'd be first of all.

If she was an animal,

She'd be a purring kitty in my arms.

If she was a music

She'd be a symphony of the sun.

If she was a picture

She'd be a smiley face.

For she is my mother.  

By Lucy (year 4).  

What am I? 

Am I an animal or am I a bird?

Or am I one of these huge things that run in a herd?

Am I one of the evil witches on a broom

Or a nice wizard bringing peace to the town?

Am I a fantasy creature like a unicorn, or a vicious dragon?

What am I?

And who wants to be as unusual as me?

EVERYONE DOES! 

By Lucy (year 4)  

Happiness 

Happiness comes from family

And sometimes from friends, too

But really, it always comes from inside you

It comes from passion

And from love.

And it always makes a difference

When you laugh,

And giggle.

And admire,

And play.

Happiness is always around.

When you find it, you want some more

And all you have to do is open that door... 

By Ella (year 5) 

Happiness in Believeland 

To make birds talk

You only have to walkIn a land you call your own.

In this land

You can make horses fly,

Run in the sky,

Do whatever you feel.

You can change your name

And play a funny game.

But to find this land

To do what you like,

Change the sky to pink

And kiss a shrimp

All you need to do is believe! 

By Ella (year 5)  

I remember

I remember the excitement of the arrival of my sister

and imagining of playing with her.

I remember the day the doctor said

to come to the hospital.

I remember the doctor telling my dad

the bad news.

I remember the tears and the sadness,

the silence in the car, on the way home,

and the pain, dull, days after.

I remember her white face

and her pale purple lips.

I remember the mourning

at her funeral…

And I will always remember

my baby sister.  

By Madison (year 6).

Sunday

The wind carefully sketches ripples over the water

The sun covers my face in a warm embrace

The birds quietly voice content,

But even the liveliest sounds sleepy

The short stubbles o grass gently bend in the breeze

The clouds are white and lazy

The sky is a motionless azure

All is quiet

Deadly quiet

On a Sunday morning.

Then my Dad

And my brother

The chair unfold

The barbeque is on

The fountain makes ripples of its own

The chops are nearly ready

We'll eat outside today

Mindless of the perfect scene

This is a Sunday afternoon.

By Marie (year 5)

At the beach

Water
Cold
Chills to the bone
Flowing down the mountain,
Through rivers,
Getting purified on the way.
Biting grisly bears' noses
As they try to drink.
Trickling over rocks
Like a sweet alpine melody.
Heating as it rushes
Through fields and dams.
Finally meeting the wide world,
The sea.
Hugging the shore
And slowly seeping
Onto the fresh sand,
Reaching out
To tickle toes,
Then pulling back.
Alive in the ocean
But yearning the land.

By Marie (year 5)

Fire, fire, how did your flicker come?

Time and time again

enhancing the spirits,

breaking the darkness,

melting the ice.

Mysteries unknown,

hidden

by the feared,

flickering shadows.

Symbol of good

and evil.

Strong ally,

Dangerous enemy.

Fire, fire, how did your flicker come?

by Nicolas (year 5)

There was a time

There was a time when all was known

When the people knew

How the twig of life can turn the flood of death.

When fire was ice,

When light was darkness,

When good was evil,

And evil was good,

When everything was one

And one was everything.

When past was present

And present was future

And future was past.

When hate was love,

There was a time…

There is a doorway,

And I am the door…

by Nicolas (year 5)

Silence

Silence comes from the darkness

Places you cannot see

It comes when you are sombre

It swoops down like an eagle

And takes away happiness

It doesn’t care about cowardice

Or love

Or hate.

It only cares about prey.

It never stops

It never sleeps

Only attacks

Never retreats.

Silence has been my prison

But I shall break away… far too soon.

by Nicolas (year 5)