My Year 4 Journey

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by Charlie Darcy aged 9

First day of Year 4,
this is so amazing
our new teacher is so nice
She is called Mrs Jordan
she’s taught me loads of things
such as bus stop method long multiplication
Loads more stuff
We were learning about Mr Fantastic Fox
She drew a fantastic drawing
Now I’m heading for Year 5.

The Howling Storm

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by Harvey P aged 9

The storm is a panther
dangerous and vicious predator
It flashes across the dark sky like a racing car
like the dull sky and smoke and coal
with the sound of its screaming voice
As it jumps from branch to branch and snaps each branch
as it destroys car after car
Unstoppable and fierce it will kill anyone in it way
raging, killing and blowing up cars
fierce, dangerous and a killing machine.

Ethereal

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by Harshita Das aged 12

My heart is like the meadow
It hums in sync with the tune of the bees
Its gushes with blood, like the calm river flows
Its red symbolizes love and peace
But now, an alien poison rips through me
It is weak, it will be overwhelmed by the light
Yet I don’t want it to be
I want to preserve this feeling of the darkness of night
Instead of always feeling the sunshine of day
This ethereal feeling
I want it to remind me
That the world is not all light

A Fascinating Job

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by Milly Lenzi aged 9

it is the start of
a work day and up the long
stairs come busy business men
doing their ballistic missile job.

Bang goes the missile blowing up the bank
Then a berserk person yells, I have no job!
Then said, oh look a Bugatti book
and ran into a billow.

“Thank, Brigadier,
for helping me train for the army!”
proclaimed the berserk person
and gave the
Brigadier a drink.

Missing

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by Diogo Vanquis aged 12

I’ve hunted near, I’ve hunted far…

Spanish

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by Sophie-Rose aged 9

Hello = Hola
Bye = Adios
How Are You = Como Estas
I Am Good = Soy Bueno
I Am Okay = Estoy Bien
I Am Bad = Soy Malo
I Am Very Good = Soy Muy Bueno
I Am Very Bad = Soy Muy Malo
Just a normal conversation in Spanish =
Solo una conversacion normal en Espanol.

Bad Poems

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by Hayden Lewis aged 9

Bad poems
bad poems
why are you
so bad?
Oh, I guess
that’s my fault!
Oops, my bad writing.

Happy Times Right?

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by Sophie-Rose aged 9

H
Ha
Hap
Happ
Happy
Happy T
Happy Ti
Happy Tim
Happy Time
Happy Times
Happy Times R
Happy Times Ri
Happy Times Rig
Happy Times Righ
Happy Times Right
Happy Times Right?

Year 4 to 5

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by Ayan aged 9

Year 4, Year 4, I’ll miss Year 4
Disco and movies
parties and dancing
and playing in the snow
When the good weather came
we played football or basket ball
Now Year 5
What could it be like?
I might be shy
but I won’t cry
What a surprise
We have Mr Posthuma
I don’t know
Why?

 

The Storm

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by Karla aged 9

The storm is a furious tiger, vast and powerful.
It charged elegantly and jumped widely across the squared, based, massive landscape.
Like an enormous, dangerous amber carrot.
The air rumbles with the sound of its vibrating, thundering growl,
It slashes the air and rips down trees with its heavy body.
With its giant paws, it tramples over the cars,
completely annoying, it will not stop for anyone.
crashing unbearable and raging,
clumsy, furious and wild.