Roses are Red

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by Ciennah aged 9

Roses are read violets are blue
When I smell perfume
It smells
Like you.

Me and Granny

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by Timoti Peni aged 7

Me and my granny play frisbee.
Me and my granny cook steamed pudding just like me.
Me and my granny do art just like me.

You’re Cool

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by Cherry aged 8

You’re cool and you know it

Know it, yeah you know it

Know it, oh yeah yeah

You know it, know it

I know, yeah you do

Oh yeah, oh yeah

That’s how you know you’re cool

Power Push

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by Taimana aged 8

Forwards and back

forwards and back

I push on the swing

higher and higher

I look all around

lower and lower

my feet touch the ground

The Trees

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by Eliza aged 9

The trees they blow in the breeze
they sway their branches like rattling keys
the bees fly in threes as happy as me
and when it’s time to leave I say thanks to the trees.

Oh So Good

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by Nyra aged 10

Oh so good this day is
Oh so good this food is
Some things are oh so good

But some things are not so good as
oh so good things.

I Saw an Owl and He Saw Me

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by Elsie aged 12

There is an owl hooting in the night,
With it’s yellow beak
And wings to help it fly.
Its eyes are yellow, gleaming in the light of the moon,
You can see Its silhouette in the night sky.
I just stand there and watch him fly,
He is swooping above searching for his prey,
With still eyes,
Turning his head to and fro,
Then the owl spots me,
Off he goes…

I Didn’t

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by Roshan Merani aged 8

I didn’t read fast enough
I didn’t walk far enough
I didn’t talk clearly
I didn’t sleep early
I didn’t smile happily
I didn’t clean properly
I didn’t say, “ I didn’t! “
But I did say, “Stop saying that mum!”

Something Strange

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by Shifa Asif aged 8 and a half

What is this?
It is something strange,
I was in fear and started to tear.
What happened?
The butterfly got hurt,
The mouse died,
Where am I?
This is something strange,
But what is it?
What it is?
I think a ghost is here,
No, a man got hurt!
No, I think my cousins are here,
And they really were here,
We found the strange mystery.
Yay! I am very very happy,
We started to tear,
In such happiness,
I cuddled him,
He came to me,
He loves me,
He likes me,
I love him,
He is the best,
He laughed,
He had a big, big tear
And let’s await another mystery!

All I Ask of You

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by Sam Rozenberg

People believe that you are different,
If you aren’t the stereotypical woman or man.
Woman have to be shorter than their husband,
And have to make sure dinner is cooked when the man comes home.
The man, he has to be tough and tall.
He has to protect the woman and provide for his kids.

Then the list continues of different things.
You are counted as “weird” if you are Asian, African American, Jewish, etc.
You are counted weird if you’re not perfect.
In my eyes, we are all the same.
This isn’t 1950 anymore.
The stereotypes need to go away.

In my hazelish eyes,
I believe we are all beautiful and the same.
I don’t care who or what you are.
We are all the same.

I don’t care how you define yourself.
No matter what, I accept you.
We are all the same.

I don’t care if you are short or tall.
I don’t care if you’re white, black, or tan.
Honestly, I love that you’re so-called “different.”
It means, I can make unique friends,
Friends who aren’t afraid of being confident in themselves.

I am willing to be friends with anybody who will do one simple task;
Just accept me for who I am.
That’s all I ask of you.