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SPRING COMPETITION WINNERS! This was very close – we had some excellent entries – but alas, not everyone could win. Well done to the following: In the 6 and under – Chiamaka Uchegbu and Isabelle Rose Eccles. In the 7 and above – Youngsung, Robbie, Francesca, Idrees Mohammed Shafiq, Chloe To, Maisie Wise, Emily Gentles, Ana Vittoria Fernandes-Haras, Isabelle Thornton and Julia Murdoch. A big thanks to everyone who entered! You can check out the winners and the best of all the competition entries by clicking on “poems” and then scrolling down to “Competition Entries”
NOTE TO SCHOOLS SENDING POEMS. I’m very happy for schools to send us poems. But I do edit all poems – in the same way that poems would be edited in a book. This does take time – and so I would ask schools to limit the number of poems sent. If a school sends, say, 30 poems – one from every class member – I may have to choose a selection to appear in the Poetry Zone. Schools may, however, send as many poems as they would like for competitions..
Poo Poo Poo! Rude poems can be very funny but be warned – if you send us poems about farts, bottoms or poo they won’t be appearing in the Poetry Zone. So please stop sending us rude poems.
And do please remember that all the poems you send should be your own original work.
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Barn Owlsby aged
barn owl, barn owl were do you fly?
over a hill and a catch a fly
barn owl, barn owl were do you live?
in a tree and I eat a fly
barn owl, barn owl
What do you do when you trip up?
What do you do when you tumble?
Do you stay down on the ground or get back on you’re feet again?
What does it spell?
Reminiscence (A Growing Boy)by
Once on a bright new morning,
mama dragged me into the cold.
This triggered me into mourning,
and for every reluctance she gave me a scold.
My gentle cry pierced the tranquil atmosphere,
as she stripped