Roselyon School Poetry Showcase 2012/13: Click on the images to view
During the staff meeting Summer 2013 it was decided to put a link via a Blog site so that parents could view their children's poems and so I will not be uploading any more videos. AF
Year 5 winning poets
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Year 4 winning poets
Talai reading The Tummy Beast by Roald Dahl
Year 1 and 2 poems
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Year 3 Poetry with Mr F 2013
And the Armadillo
Went To Live in Amarillo…
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Year 5 Poetry Summer 2013
Africa by Maddie
Africa is a country of wildlife and wonder,
Zebras running in herds,
Monkeys swinging in trees,
Africa is a place to kill,
Lions stalk their pray,
Hippos fight in the water.
Africa is a place of sadness and fear,
Poachers kill elephants for the luck in their tusks,
Kill tigers for their skins as decoration,
Africa is a place of beautiful scenery,
The skies are bright, and the trees are green,
And the water flows in the streams like a ribbon.
Africa is a place of sadness and death,
But most of all, Africa is a place of survival.
The Beach by Naiomi
The golden sand shimmers in the rays of the sun,
The sea is a roaring dragon pouncing on its prey,
Children tease it by almost letting the dragon catch
them, then running away.
Soon he gets tired and lets the sailors pass,
The dragon starts the roaring again,
He tosses the sailors and surfers about and makes
their boats capsize,
You’re lucky if you survive,
He soon gets tired again and settles in for the night,
But beware of the next morning for he starts it all again.
The Flowing River by Sophie
Rivers are ribbons flowing through the countryside,
Beating against the smooth golden rocks,
The wood drifting along,
Leaves dangling in the stream,
The water shimmering as the air rushes over.
Squirting the water up and up,
Little droplets trickling,
The crystal surface,
The turquoise rushing water,
The fish swimming in and out of the rocks.
The splashing and the noise,
The nature that waits upon your eyes,
River are ribbons flowing through the countryside,
Beating against the golden rocks.
The Sea Beast by Caitlin
In the azure lake, far away,
Resides a monster who slithers through rocks,
He destroys his prey as quick as a lightning bolt,
This great beast’s stomach is rumbling.
As this monster draws so close,
The little fish quail in fear,
One last swipe then
All the fish are wiped clean.
As the monster swims away,
Suddenly he feels very sick,
And all the fish of the deep lagoon,
Come swimming back as quick as light.
The lake is free of the ghastly Sea Beast.
The Train by Red
Faster than sound and light,
Ripping and tearing across the track
Not stopping when it nears the end,
Just glimpsing faces as it speeds past,
Air blowing at its front,
Leaping over the horrific hurdles,
Bouncing and bending as it hits the ground
That is the train’s journey.
Trees by Max
Trees, they stand still... quiet,
But, they do move, by the wind,
When Man comes they collapse.
Their saws grinding, grizzling.
Just a seed sown in soil,
Then, bam! You’re germinated.
Slowly growing into a tree,
Rain, sun; rain, sun: the same thing.
Over and over again.
The wood used for fire,
It hurts being a tree.
If you were a tree, you might wish
You were never grown.
The Typhoon by Oli
The Typhoon is like a soaring eagle,
Fire exploding out of its jets,
Dodging missiles from its enemy prey.
The landing gear has been put down
It lands on the runway with a screech,
Bedding down in the hangar for the night.
The Storm by Alice
Spits like snakes,
Cackles like a witch,
The violent wind screams and savagely rips.
The tall cliffs fall like broken matches.
Aiming to kill,
Then, suddenly, it is perfectly still
The Giraffe by Loughlin
The giraffe is tall as a house .
Big as the Eiffel Tower ,their
Spots are like brown patches,
Fitting together like jigsaw pieces,
And their legs are like long
Trains. Their body’s are as
Skinny as a rake, and their
Necks are as long as a lamp-post.
The Dark Forest by Finn
The dark forest looms over all creatures,
Little ants carrying huge objects to home.
Cuddly koalas is what they seem,
But really they are killers
Eating bamboo up in the trees.
Orangutans with their long arms,
Swinging from branch to branch,
Moving faster than a man running.
A tiger swerving fast through the leaves,
Catching a deer and bringing it down for lunch
Hiding in a Fiery Town by Poppy
Sky like fire,
Trees like torches,
The furnace is spreading,
The narrow street scorches.
As I hide with only fear,
And the terrible sound of bombing to hear,
The disturbing thought of the star on my arm,
And the blood-thirsty Germans causing so much harm.
Now the sirens are sounding ‘all clear’,
The golden morning sun is beginning to appear,
Although the bombers have gone away,
I must fight the harsh labour of another day.