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Tree

A tree
is not like you and
me – it waits around quite
patiently – catching kites and
dropping leaves – reaching out to touch
the breeze…A tree all day will stand and stare
clothed in summer, winter : bare – it has no shame
or modesty…Perhaps its generosity is the greatest in
the world – it gives a home to every bird, every squirrel,
feeds them too – to every dog it is a loo…And after dark
what does it do? Catch a falling star or two? Shimmy
in the old moonlight? Or maybe have a conker fight?
A tree can give an awful lot : the wood to make a
baby’s cot – pencils, paper, tables, chairs – lolly
sticks as well as stairs …Without a tree we
could not live – a tree, it seems just
loves to give –
but us :
we
chop
we
take
we
burn
that’s
what we
do in return

JAMES CARTER

What Can You Do With a Football?

Well…

You can
kick it you can catch
it you can bounce it – all
around. You can grab it you can
pat it you can roll it – on the ground.
You can throw it you can head it you
can hit it – with a bat. You can biff it
you can boot it you can spin it
you can shoot it you can drop it
you can stop it – just
like that!

JAMES CARTER

The Cancan

When I dance

my blood runs like a river can,

my feet fly like the birds can,

my heart beats like a drum can.

Because when I dance I can,

can do anything

when I dance.

Flying over rooftops

I see my town below me

where everybody knows me,

where all my problems throw me,

where heavy feet can slow me.

But nobody can, can stop me

when I dance.

My blood runs a race.

My feet fly in space.

My heart beats the pace.

Because when I dance I can,

can do anything

when I dance.

MANDY COE

Soft as the Blanket

If I touch a coin I can tell you

if it’s heads or if it’s tails.

I can taste a loaf of bread and swear

the baker wore blue shoes.

Say a daft thing

and make me grin,

I’m as soft as the blanket

you wrapped me in.

One silver raindrop on my tongue

and I feel the height of its fall.

If I brush a feather along my wrist

I know the miles it flew.

Say a daft thing

and make me grin,

I’m as soft as the blanket

you wrapped me in.

MANDY COE

Waht?

At frsit sghit tihs peom

May seem imosspbile to raed

Touhgh, as soon as you aemttpt to

You will esilay scceued.

And fnid you udnersatnd it

And aslo taht it ryhems.

Athluogh, it mghit mkae you dzizy

If you raed it sverael tmies.

PETER COLE

Brothers


Big
Strong
Billy
Matthews
Is
Very
Very
Tall,
Which
Makes
Him
Perfectly
Suited
For
Playing Though his brother who is short
Basketball. Is also good at sport.

 

PETER COLE

Let No one Steal Your Dreams

Let no one steal your dreams

Let no one tear apart

The burning of ambition

That fires the drive inside your heart

Let no one steal your dreams

Let no one tell you that you can’t

Let no one hold you back

Let no one tell you that you won’t

Set your sights and keep them fixed

Set your sights on high

Let no one steal your dreams

Your only limit is the sky

Let no one steal your dreams

Follow your heart

Follow your soul

For only when you follow them

Will you feel truly whole

Set your sights and keep them fixed

Set your sights on high

Let no one steal your dreams

Your only limit is the sky

PAUL COOKSON

Our Teacher is a Tongue Twister

Our teacher’s strangest feature

Is his tongue that’s strong and long

Like a big red carpet it unrolls

And what we like the most

Is when he’s feeling gross

He sticks it out and shoves it up his nose

We can see it slide and squirm

Like a wibbly dribbly worm

Oozing slime and drooling where it goes

But his bestest ever trick

Is the one that makes us sick

When he sticks it out and shoves it up his nose

You can see around his lips

The sticky trail that drips

A pink and fatty slug that grows and grows

But if we’re bored in class

He can always make us laugh

When he sticks it out and shoves it up his nose

And his nostrils open very wide…

And his tongue comes down the other side

PAUL COOKSON