Allsorts

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.

In the warm embrace of morning’s light,
The birds fly around, keeping young ones tight.
Through the cool breeze of rainfall pouring,
The happiness is sent to dry areas mourning.
Nature’s beauty, true, lively and long.
For it is simply a melody of joy, where we all belong.
From a flower blooming to a raindrop falling,
These are all signs; nature is calling.
The friendly waves crashing blissfully on a sandy shore,
Such feelings are the ones that make spirits soar.
Embrace the moments, big or small.
For happiness and peace resides within us all.

The flowers bloom
The animals are free
The sun with its gleam
Will shine in the stream
The day has fallen
And we have all gone to sleep

When you take flight
you can ignite the light
and you will fight
for your right
to take back the night
when the snow is white
and you have no fright
I see a cookie and think, “I might”
Suddenly, I take a bite,
The cookie was a delight
now I feel like a knight
I take a sip from my Sprite
I fly my green kite
now I must cite
the YouTuber flamingo and Luis game cool 23

Everyone thinks that liking frogs is gross,
but my opinion is for me,
and frogs are what I love most,
so please let me be.

I love frogs because they are so funny,
and as you can see,
they hop like little bunnies
and that is what makes them special to me

They have little hands,
which is very cute for them,
most of them live on farmlands,
and their eyes shimmer like a little gem

Some species are in danger ,
and it’s really not fair!
They get abandoned by strangers
and some just don’t care.

I awoke in my bed, as tired as can be
went into the washroom. Is this really me?
Staring into the reflective glass
there is nothing inside but dust and ash
some say I must eat more
but when I do, it feels as if I’ll drop to the floor
Being depressed isn’t all that bad
you never feel anything
you never feel happy, and never get mad
Someday I wish I could disappear
somewhere, anywhere
as long as it’s away from here

Time is precious;
Do not let it pass by.
If you waste it
There will be nothing left but to cry.
You get only one chance.
You should not waste it.
Instead, use it.
If you waste it,
There will be no value to it.
Time is like water;
Do not let it dry.
Or there will be no value to it.
Time is life;
Do not let it strain.
For once it’s gone,
It will never come back
and you will become a haste.

The sun is brightly glowing,
It has finally stopped snowing.

A little bird comes out and sings its precious song,
And on the rough brown trees that are very long.

A deer in the distance takes a nap;
A child explores the forest in his jacket and cap.