The  Oak By Cain, 5th Class

   A poem written for Mrs Wallace on her birthday.

You turn another year older, another ring on the trunk,

Your roots still planted firmly, once again a year has passed,

You’re still helping baby trees, and making them prepared,

For the long journey of life, and giving them memories to cherish,

For ever and ever, now you turn another year older,

Happy Birthday

 

Drawing by Charis, 6th Class

 

 

Witches – Hannah, 5th Class

“Bubble, Bubble, toil and trouble” They stirred the cauldron by the double,

poked their green faced near the surface, Muttered a few dozen curses.

Mixed it, ’till it looked like sludge, For good riddance added some mud,

Some cackled high some shrieked it low, The spell that they might undergoe.

They flicked their wands, jumped on their brooms, Into the inky sky they zoomed,

A warty pistachio gaggle of flight, They scare in into the starry night,

The reason they fled, Hallowe’en had gone, And the morn’ of all Saint’s Day had come.

 

Drawing by Szymon, 5th Class

 

Poem by Cain, 5th Class

A poem is an expression of feelings, a poem is a masterpiece,

A poem is sad, a poem is happy, a poem is an adventure,

A poem is a story, a poem is who you are, a poem is everything a poem could be,

A poem is something to make you think, a poem is nature,

This is a poem, it can explain, it can entertain

And it can be written by anyone.