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

 

Inspired by our outdoor world

The Tree

 A tree is a giant with frizzy hair.

The tree’s best friend is a frizzy, wizzy bush, that just doesn’t care!

The tree’s skin is as tough as concrete.

When you see the sea waving its crazy hair id dancing to the sweet music,

Going like this and that,

Looking at its classy moves.

It just makes you want to join in!

Katharine Marshall, 3K

 The Autumn Dragon

The autumn dragon hibernates,

Til autumn is here:

And he wakes from his slumber.

As his feet pass in the squelchy grass.

As he steps inside the forest.

As he feels the rolling leaves.

It’s always like a gleam
When he sees the animals

His heart beats like the wave of a tree.

 Katharine Marshall, 3K

The Ditch of Doom

A ditch, the ditch,

Please don’t eat me

And please don’t close your walls on me.

Ouch!

Please stop crushing me.

Tsssss. 
Timber!

Thank you tree for saving me.

Bye ditch of doom.

Lennon McCartney, 3K

Remembrance

Wars are very important,

All of them in fact.

Run the bombs are falling!

Oh no! Here they come!

Now charge at them!

Everybody is safe. The war is over.

When it’s over, another comes.

And soldiers are fighting!

Run! People are shooting.

Two people are brave again!

When the bombs fall they explode.

Oh, finally the wars have finished.

Daniel Higgins, 3K

Daffodils

Dancing flower heads in the breeze,

As beautiful as the night sky.

With yellow petals, even white,

I would gaze in my delight.

Leia Britton, 3K

Daffodils

I slowly walked like the sun going round.

Soon I came to a peaceful sound of singing daffodils all around.

Amazing things came to me,

Blossoming like bluebells,

They gave me a fuss,

Like the bees going buzz!

Perfect movements as they dance,

Singing like Katy Perry,

But all at once.

That day they became my friend,

So beautiful, the eye in my head will never forget.

Katharine Marshall, 3K

#showthelove climate change

Here are some poems written by Year 6 pupils after some work on the issues around climate change.

Scary thoughts

The thought of the last hippo.

It’s all over the news,

Everyone’s mouth dropped.

Only one person has it.

We all come together to save this one last hippo.

How does that make you feel?

The thought of more plastic bags in the sea than fish.

It’s all over the news,

Everyone’s mouth dropped.

It’s there for everybody to see

Forever.

How does that make you feel?

The thought of the last snow leopard.

It’s all over the news,

Everyone’s mouth dropped.

It is kept safe in a zoo,

but still people try to sneak in to steal the skin of this incredible creature.

How does that make you feel?

Ashleigh Privett

I Hope

I hope,

I hope that,

That the water will live

Live through the harsh weather and waste

I hope,

I hope that,

That the animals will survive

Survive through the gas and oil throttling them

I hope,

I hope that

That the air will survive

Survive through the alcoholic gas

Thriving through it

I hope,

I hope that,

That the end never comes

Never comes to us

To our world

To our universe

If one humane human hopes

That one human will help

And once that person has helped

The next person will hope to help

Until the whole world hopes to help

Hope can change the world.

Kaia Daly

Time to change!

The end…

We saw it coming,

yet…

They did nothing.

We could have stopped it,

yet…

They did nothing.

Earth

She cried for help,

yet…

They did nothing,

They just carried on,

WASTING!

There were innocent children,

like me,

who did nothing wrong,

And then there was a generation

of greed,

waste,

and war.

Yet they did nothing.

And then,

There was a generation of

Kindness and love

They did their part,

But still we did nothing.

But now,

There is a new generation,

They can change,

This terrible, horrible future.

They did nothing,

But we,

We can put it right.

We can save her,

And change the future.

Emily Malcolmson

a french issue

H guys it' me Izzy and I'm back with a French poem I've been working on for a few weeks in French with Mrs Knight - she is very proud.  Hannah Jeffery has also been working hard on her French writing.  Hannah wrote 3 pages so this poem is for you Hannah.

Le Jour de Noel



This is about Christmas and everything that goes on in Christmas

Continuing the French theme, the poem below is by a French poet called Jacques Prevert.  One of his poems is called Breakfast and is about a row at breakfast.  It is very interesting because the trick to this poem is short lines that are like instructions but they come together with meaning.

Rememberence

Remembrance


The rabbits are scared
Bang! Bang! Bang!
They go in their holes
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The noise stops
No bang! Bang! Bang!
The poppies come out


by Kaylee and Ruby Ayling (3K)

We wrote this poem because we feel sorry for the animals that have died in the wars.  This poem is to help people remember all those animals.

Warsash Poetry Trail

Last year's Y6 children wrote beautiful poetry on many subjects and some of those inspired by the environment are now being displayed along the Warsash Poetry Path at Warsash Common.  

The poetry path runs parallel with the tree trail at Warsash Common which has twelve native trees along the path and individual information sheets about each tree giving facts about ecology and botanical features, uses made of the wood and some superstitions and myths associated with them. The Poetry Path incorporates the poems written by our children on six poetry posts and two poetry trees around the site. The tree trail and poetry path form a self-guided circular walk around the Warsash Common Local Nature Reserve which is approximately 1.5km in length and can be walked all year.  The walk incorporates a wide variety of different habitats which includes open grasslands, water bodies as well as wet and dry woodlands.  

Details of the walk can be found at http://www.fareham.gov.uk/PDF/leisure/treetrail_print.pdf

Here is one of the poems by Harriet Whitaker, then age 11.

Mother Of Winter

The winter frost slept on the skies above

waiting to crawl down to the crispy grass below.

Slowly moving with the wind

the milk white frost landed.

She did it - mother of winter

slowly winding and swirling her frozen crystalized fingers

building up blossoms of ice.

Fluffy white bits of snow climbed down to the white winter land below.

She did it again, but this time she whipped her nettles of hair

and made a snow kissed icicle

winding down to the endless row of white.

But white can be worse than black -

killing rectory red roses,

turning them light grey as she passes by

the arsenic green leaves collapsed to the ground

and the blue skies turned white.

This is winter.

DEAL WITH IT!

Extracts from a harvest prayer book

These prayers were written by 5C.  The children studied the prayers of thanksgiving from several different cultures and looked closely at their message.  The looked at Christian prayers and got a sense of the patterns, rhythms and words that often characterise these prayers.  Each child wrote a prayer and produced a copy to go in a Harvest Prayer Book which was presented to St Nicholas Church, Boarhunt as part of a special harvest festival on 7th October 2015.


Ella Kerr

Zoe Evans

Harley Pettitt

Max Amos



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