PERFECT

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

No one’s perfect,

Not on every subject.

You want to be perfect;

You want respect.

You might be great at Maths,

English – too,

Might be rubbish at Art,

Although you’re smart.

Perfection steals your joy,

And everything you’ve got.

It will annoy

You a lot.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

However old you are,

Whether or not you drive a car,

Born at daytime or even night,

These who are tall, or lack in height.

Today's the day,

To wash your worries away.

Today you're full of joy,

Perhaps you've received a favourite toy.

Now is the time to celebrate!

There's your yummy cake, sitting on a plate.

Then, the party that follows,

Is sure to erase all your sorrows.

MORNING RUSH

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

It’s the first day of school,

After the holidays.

And I am late,

It isn’t great.

Pulling up my socks,

Toast in my hand,

I’ve woken up later than I’d planned.

Brushing my hair,

Revising for my test,

Thinking very hard cause’ I know it’s best.

Mum and dad are rushing, too.

Crunching apples,

And shouting, after you!

Running up the stairs,

Running down again.

It’s chaos, but nobody cares.

IF I WAS A WIZARD

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

If I was a wizard,

I would conjure a blizzard,

So, we can play in the snow,

Or talk to a crow.

I could make a blue fire,

I could fly, getting higher and higher,

I would be able to make it dark or light,

I would change it from day to night.

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.