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

#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.