Worries and Me

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by Nancy Pearce-Floisand aged 8

Sometimes I sit on my bed and cry
I simply don’t know why
There’s a feeling inside of me
That makes me feel sad
It seems to grow bigger
Then I feel bad

My worries sometimes make me feel scared
I need to talk to someone who cares
I have had it before
Then it’s back again
I don’t always know
Why, how or when

But…
I have a Worry Monster called Pom
She eats all my worries until they are gone
And…
Talking about worries with my mum is okay
it makes me feel better
And worries go away

So…
If you have worries, just like me
Here is my advice
See how helpful it can be

Talk to someone
Who will listen to you
Tell them your worries
They might know what to do

Share your worries
With family and friends
Your worries will go
And your troubles
Will end.

My Magic Carpet

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by Liam Bradley aged 9

My magic carpet
Can fly high
Up into the never ending blue sky
It zips and zooms across the sky

My magic carpet
Takes off into the night sky
To watch the magic stars
Twinkling in the rich black sky

I like to watch each and every star
Zooming around the planets
Magic carpet
Magic carpet
I hope I can ride you
Tomorrow.

Fun Times with Friends

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by Nyra aged 10

Fun times with friends
is always a good time
to have fun and not to cry

To have joy
and jolly good fun
so you cannot be a dumb

I Remember…

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by Aurelia Borkowska aged 7

I remember
The bubbly ocean
The smell was wonderful
I remember the sound
Of children playing
And the feel of the hot sand
It was such a relaxing place
I remember the colourful umbrellas
Standing straight and still
I remember the blue birds singing
A song called
‘Twit-a-woo.’

Freedom

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by Freddie Mayo aged 10

Freedom means…
Getting away from all
The bad things in life
Making people laugh
So
They
Are
Very
Very
Happy

I Think

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by Joshua Chibge aged 9

I think about Christmas, prizes and presents
I think about Easter eggs and more
I think about everything
I even think about puppies, cats and bunnies

I think about my family
Mummy, Daddy, Jessica, me and Bethany.
I even think about
Love, peace and beauty.

I think about Britain’s Got Talent
Simon, David, Amanda and Alesha.
I think I’ve told you
Everything now.

Freedom

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by Mohammed Ismaeel aged 11

Imagine there was freedom to believe,
Soldier attacking me and asking me to leave,
I was in a cell there and then,
Surrounded by a bunch of criminal men

In the canteen getting beats,
Then asking me what I want to eat from a selection of meats,
People in the open space lifting weights,
Then them saying that I have no mates.

After eating my gruesome meal,
But at least it was not an electrical eel,
See men wiping their tears,
On the other hand men holding spears

I know this might seem as a misery,
But when I’m free this will be ancient history,
At least I’m not crying like a wimp
Crazy men acting like chimps

I’m not crying tears of dread,
Other people putting pillows under their beds,
People holding their cuddly toys
Fortunate people looking at alloys

I can’t wait to get out,
Then climbing up a mount,
Hearing people rev their cars
And then eating Snicker bars

Going to steel poles,
I will see my family
And I will make them so happy

The Seashell

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by Margot Barthelemy aged 9

On the sand I saw a shell,
the shell had been washed up by the tide.
I said, “Come, shell, come.”
But the shell, as if by magic, flew away,
and was taken far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
I wonder if the shell will reach my grandad,
far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
Maybe he will find it one day.

My Lighthouse

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by Freddie Stokes aged 8

My lighthouse
is on the rock
My lighthouse
Is in the middle of the sea
Where the waves are crashing
Against it
I can see my lighthouse
From miles away
When I look at my lighthouse
My thoughts are free.

Music To My Ears

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by Elsie aged 12

Melodies dancing in the air
Treble clefs twirling here and there
Notes jumping on the lines
Quavers are a favourite of mine
Singing, dancing everywhere
Music to my ears.