My Mother

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by Sakshi Baliram Suravase aged 12

My mother is the best
She will never ever rest.
She works har
Day and night.
To make my future very bright.
She teaches new things every day
And there is always time to play.
I would like to thank her
For never giving up.

Moving Houses

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by Emiola aged 7

When you move houses

you take everything out of your old house

and put it in your new house

and if you have pets put them in a cage

before they run away

and when you’re at your new house

you can run around and play

Trees

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by Sakshi Suravase aged 12

Trees are green,
They grows tall, up and big.
Give us fruits and vegetables,
Give wood, shade, cotton and flowers.
They need some water and loving care!

Climate Change

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by Lyra Wagner aged 11

Climate Change or global warming
Comes to many as a mourning.
Icebergs melt back into water,
Our oceans erupt into disorder.
The sun shines down, to many a bliss,
But the droughts are hardly a thing you can miss.
Fires blaze throughout the land,
Everybody needs to lend a hand.

So do your part and do not panic
We will all do our best to save our planet.

School Rules

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by Daisy aged 11

School rules, school rules
don’t push in lines
put your hand up
sit up straight
don’t shout out
don’t talk all the time
School rules, school rules

The Colours Nature Offers

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by Siheli Gamlassage aged 8

(This is all in rainbow order.)

Red, quite hard to see,
But it’s just there as autumn leaves to be.

Orange, not the colour of a bee,
But the trickling sap on a tree.

Yellow, which is so bright,
Blasting out of the sun’s rays of light.

Green, it shows on the ground,
Or on the leaves of a springtime tree all around.

Blue, passing on the tides,
Under the sky as a seagull glides.

But in the sky at night,
Is the colour of indigo which is not so bright.

At violet though, I do not tend,
To really say it’s the end.

Roger Stevens

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by Dappy aged NA

Hi Dappy. Sorry, didn’t get your email. Do email me again.

My India (A poem for India’s Independence Day).

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by Aradhya Jha aged 10

India, oh dear India,
You have such an historic past,
The British stole are our riches, and killed people,
It was as if a curse had been cast.

But India freed itself on the 15 of August 1947.
India, oh mighty India,
I am so very proud to be an Indian.

Stepppp Uppppppppp

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by Ashley Fawkes aged 10

step uppppppp!
ey ey ey
improve ya talent without a move, yeah.
Sunlight’s onto ya,
so sing dance and partay all day long!
Stepppppppppppppp upppp!
ey ey ey
ya see, magic nis invisible…
so improvve ya talent,
so sing and dance all day long,

Partay , like karayzee!

Macbeth

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by Daisy aged 11

Double double toil and trouble
fire burn and cauldron bubble…