Allsorts

You’re cool and you know it

Know it, yeah you know it

Know it, oh yeah yeah

You know it, know it

I know, yeah you do

Oh yeah, oh yeah

That’s how you know you’re cool

Forwards and back

forwards and back

I push on the swing

higher and higher

I look all around

lower and lower

my feet touch the ground

The trees they blow in the breeze
they sway their branches like rattling keys
the bees fly in threes as happy as me
and when it’s time to leave I say thanks to the trees.

Oh so good this day is
Oh so good this food is
Some things are oh so good

But some things are not so good as
oh so good things.

There is an owl hooting in the night,
With it’s yellow beak
And wings to help it fly.
Its eyes are yellow, gleaming in the light of the moon,
You can see Its silhouette in the night sky.
I just stand there and watch him fly,
He is swooping above searching for his prey,
With still eyes,
Turning his head to and fro,
Then the owl spots me,
Off he goes…

I didn’t read fast enough
I didn’t walk far enough
I didn’t talk clearly
I didn’t sleep early
I didn’t smile happily
I didn’t clean properly
I didn’t say, “ I didn’t! “
But I did say, “Stop saying that mum!”

What is this?
It is something strange,
I was in fear and started to tear.
What happened?
The butterfly got hurt,
The mouse died,
Where am I?
This is something strange,
But what is it?
What it is?
I think a ghost is here,
No, a man got hurt!
No, I think my cousins are here,
And they really were here,
We found the strange mystery.
Yay! I am very very happy,
We started to tear,
In such happiness,
I cuddled him,
He came to me,
He loves me,
He likes me,
I love him,
He is the best,
He laughed,
He had a big, big tear
And let’s await another mystery!

As sweet as sugar,
Moist yummy mixture inside,
Melting in my mouth.

I am Elsie,
I love to write,
I don’t like to fight,
I love to draw and paint,
I play the flute,
I play the tin whistle,
I hate getting pricked by thistles,
I am home educated,
I love to write poetry,
And put my poems on the Poetry Zone!

As it becomes evening,
I walk on the footpath
That is to the side of
The road. The world

Is still and silent.
You hear no sound.
Then, suddenly,
‘Statue!’ My friend

Shouts from behind
My back as loud as
A lion roars. He doesn’t
Tell me to stop being

A statue. So, for the
Rest of the evening,
I am stuck in one
Place, being a statue.