Poems

Friends is the best thing ever
I have lots of friends
Phoebe, Charlie, Charlotte
Poppy, Brook, Martha, Julia
Uuurrrgggghhh, I can go on for ever
And Chloe and Ava
I love my friends

It is the end of winter,
I could shout hooray,
More time to jump around and play,

I loved it when we had snow,
But now the grass will grow,
And the flowers can bloom again,
I can shout hooray!

My name is Lana
I love to eat bananas!
They are so sweet and healthy
I can eat twenty!

Let go on holiday to Dubai
Why not?
Let go to Old Trafford
Why not?

Great power rests in the hand of one with brains
One with great power can build great things
Make a big name and can gain great fame
And yet he doesn’t have the power of life in his hands
Beneath the brilliance of machines
They’re still just pieces of metal
They are simply illusions
And although brilliant and amazing and capable of many feats
The power of life still lies in the hand of
A Mother
And a small Seed

Apples are healthy
People love apples
Pink ones, red ones, green ones too
Lovely and juicy
Everyone can eat them

The storm is a fierce crocodile.
Dangerous and terrifying.
It strikes on the land.
It’s a unstoppable raging grey crocodile, stopping for nobody.
The crocodile growls at the sound of everybody screaming.
Cutting through buildings and knocking over houses.
With a powerful tail whipping through the clouds.

The storm was a loud lion, furious and wild.
It ran fast and travelled across the landscape
like a big, speedy bull. it sounded like a huge,
destructive tornado. A dangerous, powerful
struck of lightening hit a large yellow van.
With its powerful paws it ran faster than the
wind. It was extremely fierce and knocked over
many cars and ripped down trees.Crashing, roaring
and growling.
Angry, fierce and wild.

The storm is an owl swooping through the air,
fast and deadly.
It floats and dives across the landscape,
like a howling, grey hyena.
The wind howls as it dives, destroying cars,trees and even buildings.
Completely unstoppable, it will slash through anything in its path.
flying, howling, clashing
indestructible, untenable, everlasting life.

The storm is a wild eagle,
Furious and untameable,
It hurtles and rages across the landscape,
Like a massive,crumbled white and black werewolf.
The ground rumbles with the sound of its squaak,
It slashes small beetles with its scissor-sharp claws.
With its giant beak, it eats giant beetles,
Completely untameable, will bite anyone he goes past.
Crashing, biting and scraping,
Strong, wild and fast.