Allsorts

Use me, said black
You need me to rest
If you did not have me you would be to exhausted to get jobs done
If I choose you I will let the stars shine
Bright in the black sky
If you did not have black ink
All the important documents would not have been written.

USE ME, said green loudly
I give birds their homes
If you tumble I will help you by softening your fall
So please use me in your landscape.

Use me, giggles pink
I am all the fun of the fairground
The sweet sticky pink candy floss
and the floaty pink gown
of a fairy-tale princess that’s me.

Stop, shouted the painter, I will use the depth of black.

I wake up to see the sun shining bright
I love to see the beautiful light
The sky is so blue, I see jumping kangaroos
The grass is green, no one’s mean,
Everyone’s smiling and cheery
No one’s teary or weary, the sun is bright, the skies so blue
And grass is so green
Just be happy and kind because I don’t mind.

Everyone on their own
No one to love
No one to hold
No one to call their own

But wait; what’s that I see
Another war and no one called for me?
I feel something flowing inside me
Like I must join the war that called out to me

To feel like I have a PURPOSE
It’s glowing I must let it out
But danger lies ahead with no doubt
I have to join; I need to

I put on my armour and
don’t care If I cease to exist
To find my loved ones
Oh what a gift!

I fought and fought
Four years after
My loved ones returned
But oh what a burn

To see them all grown
That DEVELOPMENT that change
Oh so massive
that change so RAPID

Again another burn
I asked “Where’s my baby girl?”
“Well” said my wife
“She’s not here as you can see”

She tried to joke
it didn’t work
I asked, “What is the Truth?”
“I really must know!”

“She fell off her bed
And that was the end
For our little precious girl.”
I cried and cried that night

Feeling lost in the middle of the night
No one to help
As if I lost my PURPOSE
With no beginning or end

Sadness poured over me
Like spilled tea
Or like rain falling uncontrollably
But still my poor baby girl

I don’t even know anymore
Oh so help me
I can’t wake up
Oh well; I guess I’m no more.

Sun, oh Sun
Give me your light
I’m tired of this night
Coldness and darkness
start to leave
as the hot times come in
We will all win

Flowers are lovely in the fresh summer air
You couldn’t find a nicer thing anywhere.
Especially when you water them well.
Make sure you don’t hear the dinner bell!

Starry night, starry night, please give me some of your light. I am bright like you. I can touch the moon.

Raven, raven, help me be brave, in this dark little cave. I am brave like you. I can touch the moon.

Night dog, night dog, can you help me to be strong? Something feels wrong. I am strong like you. I can touch the moon.

Fox in the mist, fox in the mist, help me feel confident. I am confident like you. I can touch the moon.

Opossum, opossum, can you help me feel awesome? I am awesome like you too. I can touch the moon.

Rising Sun, rising Sun, I can feel all of them. I am all of them, like you. We can be all of them too!

School is fun
Class we learn
Hot and cold
Old Town and the chocolate factory
On the way home now so I can get a bit of a sentence
Let me know if you want to come over and see you in the morning

SATS are what every year 6 dreads,
The stress, the pressure and the tests,
SATS are what every year 6 fears,
The revision, the cries, the tears.

But don’t hide away,
SATS will end soon anyway,
Just try your best,
And be happy that you did.

Call him sunchild.
Perched on top of the inferno
dreaming in the sunlight’s burrow
waving a silver wand to the morning-birds’ song.

He is a sunchild.
Dancing on top of the blazing fountain,
waiting for the moonchild at the top a mountain
Oh moon child. let me see your twilight.

He is a sunchild.
Thinking of the moon children, the depths of the sun.
then he wishes
Oh moon child, let me see moonlight.
It will be so much fun.

He is a sun child
waiting for moon child
oh moon child, where is your twilight?

(copied as written by Zara, submitted by her granddad)

To write a song,
To hear the world around you start to sing along.
Though an ambition for many,
Though a dream for most.
Everyone wonders what a song can do,
If you don’t have a friend to sing along with you.

When a friend is made,
It’s like a flower that has bloomed.
But you must ensure,
That the flower is groomed.

The key to musical success,
The detail many times left out.
Is to remain humble and kind,
And your plant will sprout.