Camping

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by Mackenzie aged 11

Sweet smell of pine
Delicious marshmallows
Beautiful stars

Tall Trees

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by Jack aged 11

Haiku

Tall trees all over
Leaves rustling in the tall trees
Tall trees help us breathe

Colours

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by Elsie aged 12

Red is the sunset on a summer’s day,
Orange is the flames burning on the bonfire,
Yellow is the glow of the sun so bright,
Green is the sweetness of the freshly cut grass,
Blue is the sadness of the emotions,
Indigo is the colours of the ocean,
Violet is the night sky colour.

Carrot

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by Elsie aged 12

Hi,
I am carrot,
It rhymes with parrot,
I like to ride in a chariot,
Towed by rats.
I am rotten,
I got thrown away,
I am left outside for birds to peck.

Football

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by Kelsie Fessey-Clifton aged 11

Here comes a boy running down the pitch

thinking I can get this goal in

and I can make sure that I will win the match!

A little boy with a yellow flag waves and cheers

for his time to win…

In all that might be possible.

This game

Next game

His life

He is the champion.

Earth

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by Avantika aged 12

My beauty, my Earth
Has given us birth
It has taught us
English, Spanish, Hindi and Portuguese
And it has kept for us peace
It also has thunder, splash, tsunami and storms
And it also has many other soil forms
It’s also a beautiful place
Really!!!
Earth has won my heart’s race !!!

Food

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by Sulaf aged 10

I love my lunch,
Even though I had a bunch.
I love, I love food,
Although my sister’s rude.

Sport

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by Kelsie Fessey- Clifton aged 11

if you like to play lots of different sports
then try a new sport
Most people like to do sport
they just like to relax
If you play sport it is good for you because it pumps your heart up
ready for the the different sports you do
DON’T FORGET TO TRY DIFFERENT SPORTS

A Hundred Bald Trees

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by Pragun aged 12

A hundred trees, as tall as a utility pole,
Stand to the west of my house.
The hot sun shines on them.
They don’t care, they’re covered.

But not today, for as I look out and
See the trees, they’re bald.
No leaves on them. Not even a single one.
They stand hairless, suffering.
Isn’t this a dream?