The unicorns gallop with all their might
getting ready to take flight
up in the midnight sky
they fly star-like high
Their wings brightly shine
I can’t believe I can call one mine
Well, I can’t call one mine as they should be free
this is their world they shouldn’t flee
All through the night ,
the unicorns fly without a fright
but now the sunrise is here
the unicorns cannot be near
The horse is white,
It leaps with might,
With beauty bright,
And believes in light.
It’s brave as before,
It asks no more.
Puts forward a hoof,
Never makes a poof.
In conditions great,
With a good mate,
It gets groomed with care,
The brush always gets stuck in its hair.
The strokes are gentle,
The whips not needed,
The mounting cuddle,
Nothing pleaded.
The laughs aloud,
The feeling of being proud,
The thanking and praise,
They never said a bad phrase.
Stepping over rocks hard,
Gliding through the sky.
Letting go of a card,
Making your day fly.
The dread sound of cries,
The coming of the flies.
No hay,
The vibration of a neigh.
The fall to the ground,
People all around.
Staring at the horse,
With remorse.
The horse is white,
It leaps with might,
With beauty bright,
And believes in light.
A long time ago,
when there were no
people,
the dinosaurs roamed.
The Earth was their home –
on the land, the sky and the
sea.
Pterodactyls flew high,
soaring ruler of the skies.
Triceratops charged in a fight
to survive.
Tyrannosaur roared and
he stomped, and he clawed.
Extinction; an asteroid strike.
I am a fish
Now you are king
I bow
I can feel
I ate a meal
Be safe from drowning
Don’t sit and keep on frowning
The bell going ting
The bird on the wing
Have a good mind
But don’t go in the wood
Because of the big, bad wolf
Or keeping toys on the shelf
But I don’t see the TV
Because a bee
Cut our wires
But office people have buyers
So buy a breeze
And start to believe
There was a swan upon the river Avon.
Her feathers were as white as snow.
She had four cygnets, they followed her in a row.
Along came a little girl, her hair was as gold as the sun.
She had lots of bread, so the cygnets fed and fed.
She fed them every day, throughout the month of May.
As the seasons passed their feathers changed grey to white.
The little girl exclaimed one day “Oh! What a beautiful sight!”
But now fully grown, it was time to find a new home.
So sad was the little girl as she waved them goodbye, a little tear in her eye.
“Rest easy, more cygnets will soon arrive, they too will need love and bread,”
the little girl’s mummy said.
Birds have been around for years and years,
They have probably faced a lot of fears,
They are up in the blue sky,
Having some fun as they fly and fly.
Birds have families like we do,
Mums and dads like us too,
They build a nest to rest and eat,
All their family will come to feast.
Birds are beautiful ,
But aren’t always suitable,
They are as light as a feather,
And they are VERY clever!
Birds are valuable and shouldn’t be shot,
All they’re worth will cost a lot,
They should be looked after and cared,
So they are never ever scared!
Snails are slow and have their pace,
Their fragile little shell covers their face,
All of that effort to get under a tree,
Is not as easy as you think it could be!
Snails have a long trail of slime,
All that goo took a lot of time,
It’s hard to see from up above,
Especially from an angelic dove.
Snails are small and are different,
Personally, I think they’re quite magnificent,
Being unnoticed isn’t always the best,
Having being chased can be quite the test.
Snails are incredible in what they achieve,
All this time we’ve stopped them to succeed,
Be nice to to harmless snails,
Hopefully then they’ll have less fails!
RUNNER UP
Snow white
you are so bright
which ‘Swan’
should I wish tonight?
Tonight I’m floating
in the sky
so to meet you
soon at night
You sleep at sunset bright
I tippy tap to you quiet and calm
wake you up the night to see me at light
flap your wings and make me love
I wish I could hug you tight
you snow cloud floating at night