Winter in Candy Land

Winter in Candy Land

A thick blanket of white sugar fell from the candy floss clouds
Weeping willow candy strips were coated in rainbow drop lights
Gingerbread children were covered in icing to keep warm
The lime lace grass was covered in the sugar snow

Winter was in Candy Land

by Niamh Midgley  6NB


My inspiration was Harriet Whitaker's poem Mother of Winter

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Forgiveness is found in the relief of Noah's face as he gazes upon God's gift of a rainbow.

Forgiveness is found deep within God's wise words.

Forgiveness is found in the reprieve of a condemned prisoner as the judge grants him a pardon,

Forgiveness is found in the truth of a young child telling their mums their mistakes.

Forgiveness is found in the burying of the hatchet before the passing of the peace pipe.

Forgiveness is found in the human brain and the realisation of his or her mistakes.

Forgiveness is when anger leaves the heart to make room for love.

Forgiveness is found in five letters

T.R.U.S.T.

by Lyla-Rose Garfoot Year 6

Inspired by my cat Badger; Ode to a Cat

Ode to a Cat


O cat, you make my life complete,
You make my heart sing with glee.
I cannot live without thee.
O cat, I love thee,
You are a precious loving creature,
With a hunter's personality.
You are flexible and lovable,
Your eyes are a beautiful yellow colour.
You make me wonder how you ever came to be,
Came to be so wonderful,
You are mischievous and cunning.
You are
My best friend.




Grace Tushingham   6NA 

Inspired by autumn

Where will you go my spiky wee friend when the cold wind blows?
What will you eat?
Where will you sleep?
When the ground is white with snow?

Roll up tight and say goodnight
dream the cold away,
Wait till spring ,
in a prickly ball ,
for a warm and sunny day.

By Kitty and Lilly  5C

Plus de poèmes en français

Year 4 children have been playing around with words to create some lovely, simple and simply lovely, French poems.

En été Je vois

Le grand soleil jaune,

La fleur vive,

La glace froid,

Les sandales en or.

L’été est amusant!

Casey Callear

Translation:

In Summer I see

The big yellow sun,

The bright flowers,

The cold ice-cream,

The golden sandals,

Summer is fun!

L’ été

Roses sont rouges,

Violets sont bleus aussi,

Tout le monde a une fleur,

Le solei est vif comme la dynamite,

Grand explosion comme toi!

Lewis F and Freddie G

Translation:

Summer

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Everyone has a flower too,

The sun is bright like dynamite,

Big explosion, just like you!

Poème de Couleur

En été je vois

La fleur violette,

En été je vois

Le grand soleil jaune,

En été je vois

Le papaillon jaune et bleu,

En été je vois

L’abeille jaune et noir.

Lucy

Translaton:

Poem of Colour

In Summer I see

The purple flowers,

In Summer I see

The big yellow sun,

In Summer I see

The blue and yellow butterfly,

In Summer I see

The yellow and black bee.

En été

En été je vois un petit oiseau orange,

En été je vois un grand papillon et un petit papillon,

En été je voisun grand lapin marron,

En été je vois un grand soleil jaune.

Daniel Collins

Translation:

In Summer

In Summer I see a little orange bird,

In Summer I see a big and a small butterfly,

In Summer I see a big brown rabbit,

In Summer I see a big yellow sun.

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