Poems

Owl upon the oak tree branch
you hear the stream and the singing larks

you hunt and fly in the night
you glide across the mountain heights
you fly over the highest peaks
you pray you won`t hurt your beak

although you glide
so carefully you may
hurt your wing so painfully

and you see some places
as you glide you see the sea
and the lapping tide

you fill the forest with magic
and hope while your journey may
fall down a rocky slope

Help the poor,
They sit on the street feeling sore.
You have money, they have nothing,
Maybe give them something.

You know what’s coming , Halloween!
Pumpkin carving, witches about
Kids knocking on people’s door
You know what’s coming , Halloween!

Halloween is coming
It is the best time of year
Halloween is coming
so give a cheer.

Christmas is coming!
Christmas is coming!

Put up the tree,
hang on the baubles,
don’t forget the star on the top.

Get to bed,
put up your stocking,
get to bed and sleep all night,

leap out of your bed,
run to the presents and…
rip open all your presents

and get told off by your mum.
And she’ll say
Wait or the family,
NO!

Black holes they say they’re not strong,
but they suck up stuff all day long.
How many galaxies are there? I don’t know,
thousands, trillions so and so.
I like stars they are so dazzling,
And astronomers think they are fascinating.
Gravity keeps us to the ground,
But it doesn’t make a sound!
Shooting stars fly through the night,
like a space shuttle taking flight.
Don’t look at the Sun,
it won’t be fun.

I love her
so I brought her
a bouquet of flowers
and when she repaid me
I saw a happy family.

I went to the shops,
and saw three bad cops,
farmers grow crops,
and give them to the grain shop

The wild, whirling, winds whistle
One can demolish a town alone
Ready for battle
Never underestimate its power
A monster of destruction
Deadly as a tsunami
Outstanding funnels of air

It growls, destroying everything
as it whirls round and round.
Whistle, whistle CRASH!
Buildings collapse.
Everyone runs like a herd of elephants
thundering through the tortured town.

Is this the end…?

I can see the planet Mars,
while I eat some chocolate bars.
Up there is the blazing Sun,
don’t look at it , it won’t be fun.
Neptune is colder than cold,
like the ice pops that are sold.