4th Class Poetry.
Salmon
Of all the fish in the sea
The salmon, the salmon is the one for me
The salmon’s tiny glistening scales
Protect it from the sea’s fierce storms and gales
On the side of his head, his eyes can be found
He doesn’t have legs, for he never touches ground
When he is small he swims far from home
He continues his journey all alone
Into the waters of the great unknown
He finds some friends and has some fun
Now he has to swim back upstream
And decides to die
Goodbye
This is the salmon that made its way
Up the Slaney on a windy day
Silky, glistening
Swift, listening
Through the currents, speckled and grey
He leaps up the weir
With knowledge, without fear
Because he’s a really cleverly, collegey, knowledgy type of guy.
Simon the Salmon swims about
Swimming with his friends
Shimmering silver, baby pink
Scales and tails swimming about
Seas cold, rivers warm
Simon loves them both
Swimming, bobbing up the stream
Simon sees the eggs
Simon trying not to get CAUGHT!!
I am a salmon
I swim in the sea
It’s great being a fish
It’s great being me
I swim all day, It’s real good fun
Especially when I do my salmon run
After I lay me eggs to spawn
It’s back to the sea,
For it’s nearly dawn.
I was in my uncle’s boat
Looking at the sea
And I saw a salmon
staring curiously at me
I looked at his scaly skin
And it spat right at my chin
“Hey! Get off me, you cheeky fish.
Or I’ll have you for my dinner dish”
The fish got scared and swam away
Thinking: “I’ll get revenge on you some day.”
My name is John
And Edward is my twin
We are singing salmon, and we are in to win
We perform on the Fishing factor
every week
Simon Cowell thinks we’re geeks
But we’ll keep swashing
And we’ll keep swishing
We’ll keep whishing
And you keep a watching
We’re the two best fish on the show.
We will win it, don’t you know.
Salmon are tasty
Salmon are hasty
salmon are very wise
salmon are quite big in size
Salmon can jump very high
They look like they can fly
On the outside, they’re silvery
On the inside, they’re pink
Which makes me think
That’s why they taste so yummy
When I eat them in my tummy.
Snow Top
Through the gusty winds
To see the snowy mountain
Snow-capped, so far up there
Out at sea, as they wave their flare
And the eagle swoops to glare
Through the frosty air
Ice in patches, full of fun
Squirrels hibernate until the sun
Rising over the meadow
Looms until the day is done
General Winter
I am living in a trench, a thousand miles from home
All around is snow and ice, I feel so alone
In the summer days the war went well
But winter came to send us to Hell
Is is all worth it, all in all
Coming on this hard, hard crawl?
They retreat under the winter sun
Running through the snow with their little toy guns
The brave general leads his forces
Winning the battle with his arsenal of horses
The general smiles at victory
But then his mom calls him in for tea.
Mrs. Butler
Please Mrs Butler
This boy Derk Drew
Has taken my lunch
And made it into stew
Oh yes, yes my dear
It’s really hard to bear
Do what you plan to do
I really don’t care
Bolt
Yousain Bolt, he’s really, really fast
Yousain Bolt, he never comes last.
Yousain Bolt, he likes Bob Marley
Yousain Bolt, he likes to eat barley
Yousain Bolt, he wears green and yellow
Yousain Bolt, he never eats Jello
Books
Do you ever think about a book?
I do a lot
I enjoy books
But that doesn’t mean I am a swot
Books have fantasy
Like Harry Potter
Books have information
Like: a pig’s foot is called a trotter
Books are funny
Books are sad
Books are serious
Books are mad
And then there’s Aesop’s Fables
And similes as well:
Pride comes before a fall
Aesop liked to tell
Don’t forget the Bible
Which says nobody’s as strong as God
It has lots of different names
But nobody called Todd
And then there are the libraries
Sometimes you have to pay a few
And if you want information
Just go to the library.
Radio Bombs
Through the radio, he cried:
“Come out, come out, no time to hide.
The bombs ain’t on this side of town.”
Nanny walked in, bags in hand
On the radio, struck up the band
And everyone came fropm up and down
Guess who’s at he radio station
It’s Uncle Ron, you know the one
Whose dog runs around with rotation
He’s messing with the sound effects
So, that’s who said that the bombs were falling on our heads, Ron
“Come on”, said Nanny “Time for bed.
Bet you’re all wrecked.”
Football Fuss
Sometimes it’s boring being a ball
But when I get home, I just sit in the hall
I get kicked around in the pitch or park
Sometimes I get bounced home, even in the dark
When I’m on grass, everyone runs at me
But when I get home, I’m very lonely
People go crazy to buy me in the mall
So, sometimes it’s good being a ball.
Spanish Guitar
I heard the sound of my Spanish guitar
That music never dies.
My fingers hold the strings.
I heard the notes fly over the air
My Spanish guitar plays, loud and clear.
The Fair
Today, we are heading out to he fair
I’m so excited, that we are nearly there
We arrive at the fair with gleaming eyes
Ferris wheels up in the skies
Candy floss, pie and more. There’s a chip on the floor!
Kids screaming, babies crying, grownups sighing, teens buying.
Ice-cream stalls with sugar ‘n’ all
All the rides you could ever think of.
Dizzy as a dinosaur,
Next thing you know, you’re knocked on the floor
Litter, litter on the ground
Hop, hop all around
Coloured lights above my head.
Stars twinkling up ahead
Kids play all day at the fair
HIP HIP HOORAY!
The Eagle
He snatched at the crag with feathered hands
Close to the sun in dusty lands
Ringed with the beautiful world, he stands
The wavy sea beneath him moves
He watches from his mountain walls
And like a bullet, he falls
He grasped the crag with scaly hands
Close to the sun in snowy lands
Ringed with the rigid `world, he stands
The rolling sea beneath him crashes
He watches from his mountain perch
And like a flash, he falls
Winter Days
Winter air, winds crawling
City streets drowned in snow
Noses dripping, lips chapped
Blank eyes, hands cold.
Swirling smoke, cars that crawl
Drooling in snow
Slushy roads.
Cartoons
I love drawing cartoons
I s’pose it’s what I do
Girls, boys, aliens, animals
And a few strict adults too.
Sometimes I draw class-mates
Turned into cartoon form
Usually, they like them
And they go down a storm
Sometimes, they’re strong as rhinos
Often cute as bunnies
Always dumb as dough-nuts
But still, they’re always funny.
I sometimes shade in pencil
Gel pencils are pretty cool too
I cut them out with scissors
Oh help, my sister has got the glue
I add them into comics
Superheroes or bad guys
Their feet are sometimes glued
To the floor, but sometimes they fly
I love drawing cartoons
They’re awesome, don’t you think
Your thoughts flow out onto the page
But…unless you spill your drink.