Our ocean friends
Our friends the fishes
We can save seas
Help the trees
Or the bees
Even though you have to sneeze
Some of the ocean we have never seen
Because we have never been
The narwhals
As delicate as parcels
The ocean has emotions
Like you have to put on lotion
The ocean fish
Also wish
That the ocean was cleaner
The ocean is our leader
We start the day with register,
Reading out everyone’s names.
But none of us can sit quite still,
We’re daydreaming about games!
We excitedly walk into assembly,
Remembering to behave.
I sit right down and “show five,”
And sneakily give a wave.
Maths is one of my favourites,
There are five sides to a square!
…Ha! I tricked you all!
How many were aware?
Then there’s English,
For the storytellers and writers.
This classroom is full of future stars;
Doctors, astronauts and firefighters.
We’re artists and musicians,
Who love to sketch and paint.
And when our teachers see the mess,
They always almost faint!
Now let’s talk about science,
The human body and the mind.
Keeping fit and healthy,
And always remember to be kind.
“Is it lunchtime yet?” we ask.
Our teacher sighs, “Not yet!”
We ask her every single hour,
We frequently forget.
We are just kids, after all,
My mom says we have one mission:
“Have fun!” she tells me every day.
Today’s history lesson is on Great Britain!
A cat went out to catch a mouse
that ran out of the spooky, black house.
The cat said miaow, the mouse said squeak
and I can feel the glass pressing on my cheek.
I can see the thunder and rain
I can see it now running down the window pane.
The wind is very strong
Was there hail all along?
No, There’s not.
Oh, dinner is cooking in the pot.
Ariel has a rainbow tail,
but she’s never been on the trail.
She met a blue whale
but not in a gale.
She has red, shiny hair
and made friends with a bear.
The dark sky begins to stay
The bright sun went away,
The fire is warm and hot
I miss the outside a lot.
On the bare trees falls white snow,
My flowers have stopped to bloom and grow,
We all must stay inside,
By reading I’ll have to fill my mind.
Chilly temperatures with the breeze,
Wearing cosy sweaters is ease,
As nature says,” Hello Winter, hi!”
I guess it’s time to kiss summer goodbye.
Oh dear! I’m dealing with ear pain,
Staying inside winter is a strain,
The temperature drops so very low,
Time for a blanket and hot coco.
In war soldiers get called,
They don’t know what pain they face,
They don’t know how many of their brothers will fall,
They won’t know how many remain at the end of the day,
Nor will they know how much land they gain.
The soldiers don’t know how long each blast will be,
They don’t know if this will be the last day they see,
Soldiers hear the deafening noise, the loud sound,
They feel the trembling ground,
The cost of the dead,
The amount of tears shed,
The amount of hearts split into parts,
The amount of lives torn apart,
The long wait like a dark night,
The wait is like an extremely long tunnel, at the end finally a speck of light.
War may silence every voice,
But hope will always be our choice.
When I was young I dreamt of the CLOUDS
I thought that it
was way more fun
than sitting down in a maths class all day.
But I still think it is the same way today.
Then one night I had a dream
that the clouds would fall onto the ground.
Then take you back up again.
And then you’ll see that I was full of glee
because I could fly in the great big sky
and was why I didn’t try but did FLY!!!☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️
Moon 4
Potatoes 6
Squirrel 8
Hey Diddle Diddle 9
Waking Up 10
Splash 12
Birds Flying South 13
My Mates And Me 14
Big Numbers 16
What Teacher Did On Her Holidays 18
About The Author 20
Day to day, she stood by her dad,
The flowers sprung and bloomed.
”I’ll always be here,” the great man said,
Not knowing that dangers came soon.
Under the moon, a silver star,
The night he went away.
To atone the scars of damaged plains,
And bring a brighter day.
“He will return,” his daughter prayed,
Her hope still glowed so fierce.
Optimistic, determined – she never gave in,
Her heart – no darkness would pierce
Months dissolved into weary years,
The mailbox faded to grey.
And quietly, like a dying spark,
She finally turned away
Flashing bright upon the screen,
A sudden voice spoke clear.
To say the warring lands made peace,
Echoing far and near
“Celebrate the fallen veterans!”
The television proclaimed.
While tears fell for the faithful man,
That would stay in the heart unchanged
From then all the way to 2026,
The girl, 81 still believes:
Her father, lives deep down in her heart,
Sleeping, resting in peace.