The Fat Cat
I love cats, cats, cats
and they sleep on mats.
If I had a cat I would name her Pat
and then she pounced on a rat but
she was too fat and she missed that rat.
But then from that rat
she caught a nit
it bit and bit and bit.
My beloved Trixie
Her memory so fresh in my mind
From her silky black and white fur
To her rumbling purr.
Her sweet little meows
As she rubbed her head under my chin
I remember how that made me grin.
Trixie loved me
And I still love her
Wish I knew what an awful thing would occur
She was trying to come home
When hit by a car
Killed was my little superstar
Buried on a bed of ferns
Under a bush of roses
My kitten Trixie decomposes.
Paige L Year 6 Fendalton Open Air School
The Van Clan Family
felicia flowers (happiness flowers)
leaves, leaves, leaves crunching
mailboxes, moths no one’s bunching
dogs, dogs, dogs barking
creeks, cats, cars are parking
sparrows, sparrows, sparrows tweeting
felicias, friends no one’s meeting
wind, wind, wind whistling
bears, bikes, sausages sizzling.
Lillia P | Year 6 | Age 10 Russley School
A Lockdown Walk
White fluffy clouds
roamed the sky.
The streets were deserted
like the basement of an abandoned house.
Brown, crunchy leaves
crackled with every step.
Leafless birch trees
lined the streets.
The occasional car interrupted
the surreal silence.
Suddenly a big gust of wind blew me over
and I came tumbling down
Lucas Y | Year 4 | age 8 yrs Russley School
Foil crinkling as I
dip my hand
into the packet
What do I
maybe a dash
or island punch
or root beer
My mouth watering
as I dip my hand
into the world
Ella-Rose | Age 12 | Year 8 Russley School
Creamy and delicious
hot or cold delight
on top of ice cream
chunks melted to dip
oranges and strawberries
layers of icing
adds flavour to cakes
eclairs and mousse.
Caitlin S Year 6 Fendalton Open Air School
Liam C (Year 4) Russley School
Death of an Autumn Leaf
Autumn leaves glide like flying squirrels in North America
They cascade like lemmings migrating off a cliff
they sail like shipwrecks
leaves pile-up like toys on the floor
They die on the ground
like lemmings at the bottom of the cliff
Leaves accumulate like money in the bank
leaves rot like an apple
in the bottom of my school bag
They decompose like dinosaurs
when the mighty meteor hit
like rust on the bottom of a shabby Corolla
James d-W (age 8, year 4) Russley School
SIMILE POEM CHALLENGE
The surface is like the colour of a snow lynx’s coat.
It’s as oval as an egg.
Puffy as a cloud dancing in the sky.
Soft as a bed of marshmallows.
Furry as a Maine Coon cat.
Warm as an overheated computer.
Lucas Y (Year 4) Russley School
The Wiggly Squiggly Hose
The hose is like a tapeworm tangled up in my stomach
It loops around itself like an elephant’s trunk
It is coiled and knotted like my shoelaces
Our hose drips water like a broken toilet.
It leaks water onto the ground like a sewer pipe
It sprays water like a skunk defending itself.
My hose is as long and green as Jack’s beanstalk
It is as long and green as five Kermits tied together
It is as long and green as a vine of sour grapes
James d-W (Age 8, Year 4) Russley School
Good Ol’ Gavin
Gavin was a friendly sheep
At first we didn’t know
But everywhere that Daniel went
Gav would suddenly show
He followed Daniel on the deck
And tried to come inside
Mum said he was a pain in the neck
And that she’d have his hide!
But Gavin kept trying his best
To win our family’s heart
‘Til finally passed the test
Now they’ll never be apart
Daniel L (11) Y7 Hadlow School
WRITING ABOUT THINGS INSPIRED BY RICHARD LANGSTON’S TREE & LIGHTHOUSE POEMS
The light shined
Oh so bright
and on those special moonlit nights
she save many lives
from the crashing waves and killer rocks.
As she watched the waves
she picked out her favourites
especially the ones that reached superior heights.
All was good
‘Till one night
when the lighthouse keeper
climbed her spiralling steps no more.
From there on in
all she guarded
was bird poo from the rocks.
The gulls still sing
but not at night
when there is no hum
from the once blinding light
All she is now
is an old relic
sitting in between the rocks.
Lachie H Year 6 Fendalton School
I am at a mysterious castle.
Surrounded by magic.
Seeing all the real wands and spells,
it is like a dream.
Making new friends,
learning great things, causing some trouble.
There is always one more adventure.
Anna K age 10 Fendalton Open Air School
I am a tall green tree today.
Gleaming in the sun,
making huge shades
for the hot an tired people
who need a relaxing seat.
It is Spring,
I look at the beautiful
for their lives,
and birds tweeting
across the sky.
This is a miracle.
Anna K age 10 Fendalton Open Air School
I am a cat today
Laying in the sun
Taking every moment
Like a dream in this sun
Watching birds fly around
I sleep night and day
I fight other cats
I dive into my beautiful wet food
I snuggle with my owners at night
I watch stars where nobody’s listening
I dance in the moonlight with dazzling stars
And I am a cat.
Poppy B Year 6 Fendalton Open Air School
Rain droplets hanging on a thread of silver
A thousand shooting stars
stuck on a moonbeam
Tiny fairies dancing around a cherry tree
A glittery snake slithering
around my bedroom
Eyes of an owl looking at me as I sleep
Long and twisted jungle vines
Miniscule marbles pink and blue
My little string lights.
NIBBLES My Pet
Nibbles is as hot as an erupting volcano
He is as fast as Lightning McQueen
His feet are as small as a lego figure
His whiskers twitch like he is about to sneeze
He is just a bit bigger than a block of butter
He looks like an oreo biscuit with a splash of Caramel on the side
Did you guess what I was writing about ???
It is a guinea pig
Liam B (age 11) Russley School
My Favourite Tree
My birch is as rough as a Rhino’s horn
And as calm as peace and quiet
It’s as beautiful as a mystical starry night
It’s looked over me when I was young
and will look over further on
It’s not exactly straight
But it’s like a little crooked house
Its graceful leaves luxuriously sway
side to side in the ferocious wind
It will always be with me no matter where I am
I will always think of it as beautiful
Even when dad grumbles like a gorilla over the leaves
When I look and think about it
I will always remember the wonderful time
I took my first step up on the trunk
looking out, over the street like an eagle
Sophie E (age 10) Russley School
Oh no there it is again
It gobbles the garden like baboon
It roars and hisses like a car engine starting
It gnaws the grass, the weeds
like a mouse nibbling on cheese
Me and my sister like a lovely stroll
and then ahh!
There it is again at this place
at that place
all over the show
like a monkey dancing to jazz music
here and there
everyone’s got them
Where do we go?
I know we can hide like a turtle in its shell
as it rushes and gushes and strikes but misses,
I think it’s full- no more weeds
but we’ll see you again, beasty machine!
Aaliyah R. (age 10) Russley School
The Mondial Rose
The rose bush is like Medusa’s hair
Twisting and creeping towards the sky
It is a brave warrior
Fighting with long, vicious thorns
It is a forest
Calm, relaxing and beautiful
It is a hotel
Welcoming small guests
The flowers are women
wearing soft, white dresses
The buds are young children
Running with the breeze
The wilting flowers are elders
Waving their relatives goodbye
Reuben V (Year 8) Russley School
THINGS THAT WAKE ME IN THE NIGHT
The Peaceful Night
My bed is luxurious with the softest pillow in the world
the blankets are toasty and snug,
the room is dark and cozy,
just perfect for sleeping in
As my eyes start to shut
a loud snore comes from my brother’s room,
the house creaks 7 times every 7 seconds,
my crazy dog begins to bark
to get outside and hunt hedgehogs
After that long and interrupted sleep,
I think I might need a coffee today,
possibly a cappuccino
James d-W (age 8, year 4)
Things that Wake Me Up in the Night
Pitter pitter patter
The footsteps of a beast
I am too cold yet heavily fleeced,
my rumbling stomach’s churning after my midnight feast
Swish swish swoosh
The branches of the trees
I hold my breath and hug my knees,
my heart takes a few seconds to unfreeze
Flick flick flock
The flickering of the lightswitch
I hide under my quilt from the witch,
And my fingers go bonkers for a giant itch
Tweet tweet beep
The sound of the morning
I climb out of bed lazily to spread my warning
And nobody seems to be conforming!
Eabha Dalton (age 12) Russley School