Allsorts

My name is Sparkle
I am sweet , magical and kind
I have seen a unicorn doing skincare
I know you will do good in SATS
I smell pots of gold
I am the only unicorn left, luckily I have laid 100 eggs awaiting to hatch
I can find any pot of gold at the end of a rainbow
I have seen an angel
I was born in a cloud
I have seen a unicorn with a dog on its back
I can hear when rainbows come
My name is Sparkle
And I am a unicorn

My name is Wandcore
I was born in a crate, taken away from my mother
I have seen dark magic wielded by wizards
I have seen ancient wars and battles
Not much has been calm since I arrived
I have heard the lava pouring out of volcanoes
I know where the treasures of old still reside
I can create magic stronger than any other
I can fly around the world eight times in a second
I am the last unicorn alive in this age
Resting in the forest of old, tired and waiting
My name is Wandcore

Every time I play the piano I hit it slap bang in the middle.
But some times its a fiddle.
But I find my way through the keys
But my knee’s began to ache so I take the stool instead .
And then I am in bed again.

Lesson 1 – roaring
Lesson 2 – more roaring
Lesson 3 – breathing fire
Lesson 4 – fighting
Lesson 5 – hunting
Lesson 6 – roaring (revision)

My name is Sparky,
I am the last dragon alive yet I am immortal,
I was born from the fire of a volcano,
I have seen lava erupting from the ground,
I have seen dinosaurs roaming the Earth,
I can smell ash clouds in the sky
I can smell fear as thunder rolls in,
I can hear roars from animals down below,
I know the past and future,
I can time travel,
I can shape shift,
I fear for the future of dragons
My name is Sparky
And I am the last dragon alive.

Dinosaus are rude!
They won’t were a cozy snood.
They don’t play the drums,
They shake there bums!
They all have long necks,
They don’t have speckles and specks!
They eat us and beat us
Dinosaurs are rude!

The thing that I’ve always wondered is
what it’s like to be my mum
Is it like chilling under the sun?
I don’t think that it is.
You always hear mums complain
that their chores are such a pain
and to make things worse they often have
little worms (you) running about nice and free
and then suddenly you shout “EEEEEEEEEE”
squealing and squealing whilst they are peeling
the carrots for the salad.
So next time you ask your mum,
“Hey mum what is it like to be you?”
And then they start to reply
and you run to the loo.
Your mum shakes her head,
“Tut tut,” she replies with a strut in her tone.

We all have different coloured skin,
different hair and different names,
different stories, different clothes
but inside, we are all the same.

A laugh sounds the same in every place,
a smile, also the same.
We spread kindness in the world
because that’s the hearts best game.

Racism builds a wall of lies!
that make us fall apart!
But if we listen, love, and think.
we break it with our heart

So stand up high and speak out now!
Let fairness lead the way!
Because the world will be kinder!
And remember, we are all the same.

Spread love and kindness and stop racism!
Spread the word!!!!!!

My mum is like a shining star,
she supports me everyday!
When I’m lost and low,
she helps me find my way.

Mums make everything fun!
Even tying my shoe!
She even makes boring jobs exciting,
like turning chores into something new.

Sometimes I may be loud, and make a mess
and forget some things I do,
but mum just laughs and helps me learn,
and I deeply love her, it’s very true.

So for this Mothers Day,
I write her a poem
to show my gratitude
and his much I really love you.

Written by Penny Johnson,
writer of What Frogs Mean to Me.

The Earth is a perfect place
The birds fly with perfect grace
The sun shines in the breeze
The wind ruffles in the trees

We love the Earth
We love the sun
We love Jesus and everyone

The Earth is a place to try our best
The Earth is a place to get some rest
The Earth is a place for moon and sun
The Earth is a place for everyone

We love the Earth
We love the sun
We love Jesus and everyone