Thursday, 14 July 2016

Sound Collector inspired by Roger McGough


The Collector

A wolf called this morning, dressed all in grey.

She took everything mistreated, home to stay.


She took sadness off kittens,

And took away the bad homes of puppies

And treated everyone to stay.

A hope of hers was to care each day,

For all the animals in dismay.

She despised that mean spice that bad people gave.

She wished that it would go down to the grave.

A wolf called this morning, she didn’t leave her name,

She left only silence and it made me see her pain.

Katharine Marshall, 3K


The Collector
A BFG called last night,
Dressed all in brown and white.
He put all our dreams into a bag,
And carried them away.
The dream of a unicorn.
The dream of a car.
The dream of working hard.
A BFG called last night,
Dressed all in brown and white.
He left us only silence.
Life will never be the same.
Constance Allen, 3K


The Sound Of Christmas
A stranger called this morning,
Dressed in black and grey,
Put every sound in a bag and carried them away.
The clanking of the dishes.
The talking on the telly.
The bang of a Christmas cracker.
The rustling of the wrapping paper.
The squeal of excitement when our presents are the best.
A stranger called this morning,
He didn’t leave his name.
He left his only silence.
Life will never be the same.
Isobel Smith, 3K





Sounds of Christmas

A stranger called this morning,

Dressed in black and grey,

Put every sound in a bag and carried them away.


The sizzling of the sausages.

The crash of the crackers.

The pop of the popcorn, whilst eating Christmas dinners.

The clink of the cups.

The scrape of the knife.

The jingle of the bells on the sleigh.


A stranger called this morning,

He didn’t leave his name.

He left his only silence.

Life will never be the same.


Francesca Taylor, 3K



The collector

A Fairy called this morning dressed all in black and grey put all our sound in a bag and carried them away.
The flapping of the wings,
The footsteps of the fairy,
The swishing of the wind,
The roaring of Isobel,
The shouting of the teachers.
The fairy called this morning didn’t leave his name, he left us only silence, 

Life will never be the same.
Ruby Abbatt, 3K

 




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