Year 7 students write poems to mark World Poetry Day
Following on from Sunday 21 March, which was World Poetry Day, students in Year 7 wrote and shared some poems in English classes in the final week of the Spring Term. Here are a few examples:
Snow
The snow is a parade of white fairies,
Twirling and swirling in the air,
The gentle fluttering of their ice shard wings,
Joining together to create a flurry.
At first, they’re just beautiful, gentle and light,
But the more of them that come, the more
They grow, and slowly they turn from sky
Ballerinas into horses, charging at full
Speed.
Their manes flying out behind them,
Their tails swishing along in tune,
Their hooves kicking white dust out into
A storm behind them,
Their beauty lost, fear taking its place
And just as quickly as they come the
The horses go.
The few fairies left sink into the ground
Just waiting to come back
Snow
The snow is a piece of paper,
Blank, white and empty,
Until something comes along and leaves its imprint,
The page is filled up with footprints,
The snow is filled up with words.
The snow falls again covering up everything,
The page is turned to a new chapter,
The footprints in the snow forming a story,
Then the snow melts and the story comes to an end.
Sky
The sky is a soggy rag
So wet you could wring it out
And when you do
It comes from up high
To let it drip drop on you
The Snake and the River
We slither, we wind, we are aligned,
Side by side, I slide around corners,
My body glides,
Even if it isn’t through the sky,
The river scrambles,
To receive its prey,
Past all the trees, day by day,
Its beady eyes never shut,
For then the water will wildly spray,
And I will become untamed,
Sometimes, I will curve gently through the rocks,
But others, I will eat up,
Anything that may stand in my way,
I’ll fight to the end,
The snake, the river, we bend...
Haiku
A rainbow blanket
They colour the plain fields and
Show that spring has come
The white, crisp snow melts,
The fresh grass has been revealed
The summer has come
The students waiting
Staring at the ticking clock
Then the clock strikes four
Limericks
There once was a cat on a mat
Who thought to himself ‘I’m so fat’
He went to get food
To cure his bad mood
That silly old cat on the mat
There once was a frog on a log,
Who wished that he could be a dog,
And eat bones all day,
And just play and play,
That silly old frog on a log
There once was young girl named Jilly
Who was clumsy and awfully silly
She fell over the chair
Got her food in her hair
And screeched “Ugh, I’m so silly!”
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