MY LITTLE FRIEND

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

I know a little bird,

Who sings so nice it can be heard,

Miles and miles and miles away,

He stays with me every day.

In the winter when I go out to see him,

The chances are pretty slim;

That he won’t be there,

Singing in the cold, frosty air.

He ignores the biting cold,

And with his heart of pure gold,

He sings a tune,

About winter ending soon.

THE CHAOS QUEEN

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

Hair on the floor,

A crown on my head,

Pictures on the door,

Clothes on the bed.

Books on the table,

Making it quite unstable,

Apples cores in the corner.

My friend comes in,

But I have to warn her,

To go to Berlin,

To escape her sin,

Of getting lost in the rubbish bin!

DANGER! WAR!

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

The deadly bomb aiming

Splashing onto the shore,

Like children paddling.

Beware!

The heavy, bulky gas-mask aiding,

Saving millions of lives,

Like a doctor in a critical situation.

Hoping!

The enormous tank towering.

Shooting at the enemy,

Like a watchful spy.

Caution!

THE UNLUCKY SAILOR

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

There once was a sailor who was very sick,

Because he swallowed a pointy stick,

Which went down his neck,

He simply couldn’t get back onto deck,

Poor old, poor old Nick.

When the ship arrived at the harbour,

He met a barber,

Who offered help.

But Nick gave a yelp,

So, he went to an archer.

The archer was called Mark,

In his shop it was very dark,

Mark handed Nick a bow,

Which Nick dropped on his toe,

So, he went to a lady called Clarke.

FRIENDS

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

When you’ve got a friend,

You’ll always lend

A helping hand.

They’ll be sure to give you a smile,

Every day when you walk a mile.

You keep our memories in your heart,

Such as enjoying some pretty art.

We’ve been together day after day,

Spring,

Summer, when we both play.

Why not listen to nightingales sing?

Because soon comes…

Autumn,

THE MAGIC GARDEN

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

I know a place,

That you can’t replace.

Now see what things are done,

In my garden.

During winter it’s cold,

But behold!

The beauty’s still there,

In the fresh misty air.

Look out, and you’ll see a snout,

Poking out,

It’s a squirrel!

The wind will rattle,

The trees, sending them on a battle,

Against each other.

When it’s spring,

I like to sing,

And the garden sings back.

I might hear a ‘quack!’,

From a baby duck,

So, I wish it luck,

And send it on its way.

BIRD CHOIR

 (a poem by 10 year old Emma)

What is that sound,

That I can hear?

It isn’t a hound,

Or a deer.

It’s a beautiful song that fills the air,

That you simply cannot compare,

To any sound in the world!

It must be the Choir of Birds.

They sing about hope, love, peace and joy,

Though they sing without any words,

It’s so pretty and graceful in every single way.

MUM

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

I’m the luckiest person in the world,

I’m not sure I even deserve,

Such a wonderful mother like you.

You hugged me when the world was new,

I hugged you back when I was two.

You taught me how to read and write,

You tucked me into bed at night.

Your tasty food fed me well,

So that I hardly ever fell.

RAINY DAY

  (a poem by 10 year old Emma)

It’s a typical British rainy day,

When sheep eat lots of hay,

When chickens lay eggs,

When children hang their coats on their pegs.

Sipping tea,

With a book on my knee,

All about some bloke, a liar,

Whilst huddling up to the fire.

THE OLD HOUSE

  (a poem by 10 year old Emma)

In an old house, on an old road,

Where secrets are bestowed,

Where memories are treasured,

Where families have entered.

The house is not just metal and stone,

But knowledge and emotions,

Deep, like the oceans,

Full of what there is to be known.