Poems

Freedom, something we enjoy every day.
Freedom, so we can have our say.
Freedom, you can’t buy it or own it
but we will always have it.
Freedom, everyone should have freedom.
Black, white, Jewish, Christian,
everyone has the right to be free.
Freedom, such a wonderful thing.
We take advantage of it,
but some people have never had it.
Freedom, we should all be free
but not everyone will always have freedom.
Everyone longs to be free.

Bitter cold in the harsh nights
A howling wind blows by
The cold, pinching our skin
Making the trees shiver nearby

The roads, the fields, the houses
All painted in a coat of white
Animals retreat in their shelters
Afraid of the wind that bites

Snow lurking in every corner
As nobody walks over the snow filled street
All cold, in a silence
Even the dogs know when to retreat

Trees howl in protest at the bitter wind
Till the end of the starry night
Then the Sun comes in the sky
Providing the few hours of light

Hello hello beautiful
Hello hello love
Hello hello Little
Hello hello brother
Hello hello Sharon
Hello hello ladies
Hello hello men
Hello hello sister
Hello hello dear
Hello hello teddy bear
Hello hello Biggie
Thanks again for all your help
and amazing work.

As he walks along the gravel sand,
he stops and looks at his hand.
He wonders will he ever be banned?
He hopes not in this gracious land.

I can hear beautiful birds
Chirping in the willow tree
Campfires sparkling
Like red rubies
Dropping from the sky
I can see the apples dropping
From the orchard trees
I can see the different shaped
And sized leaves
Ready to drop from the tree

Leaves are colourful
Leaves are swirling
Leaves are beautiful
They are twirling!
They are green
Yellow and brown
And golden brown
And golden red
Orangey too
Birds are flying in the sky
Like leaves
Twirling around.

I can smell the fresh air
Coming from rain
Dropping down from the sky
I can hear dripping
On an Autumn day
I can feel the leaves
Falling from trees.

Autumn days
When the leaves are golden
And the sky is cloudy
The grass is shiny
And the flowers grow as fast
As Summer goes.

When I checked the clock at school, it was 11.41.
Nearly time to leave, but I did not tell everyone.
At the theatre I had a long time to wait.
Then 1.30 came and we were asked to sit down,
Front row between Jessamy and Alistair, silent, not a sound.

Then the lights went down and Gaby came on stage,
There was chaos inside me because I was so scared.
I was about to find out if I had won
After 6 weeks of hopeful waiting since the email had come.

Gaby made the announcement,
I needed the name to be mine.
But there was a…..RUNNER UP,
Which I thought must mean ‘winner’.
I wasn’t listening properly
I just heard another person’s name – Rosa.

I was annoyed and shocked – I had not won.
Why was Mama clapping everyone?
A minute later, Gaby said “And now the winner is…”
I was now completely confused, but I heard MY NAME.

Quickly relieved, excitement exploded
And I plummeted down into a volcano of fear
Because I had to stand on the stage
In front of the thousands of people who could see me so clear.
One of my favourite authors, Cressida, told me to come.
She gave me a certificate and said “Well done”.

On the way to the BBC, my nose bled,
“Lucky it’s the radio”, Tatty said.
Eddie was humorous and said I am the Man.
I played with the mike, swung round on my chair
Being as funny as I can.

I was scared not many people would understand me
And I was not convinced about reading just a part.
Would they understand the story
Without hearing the poem from the start?

I was sad that it was the end of the day
Being with Cressida had been a huge celebration.
It was definitely worth feeling so scared
To talk about my poem across the nation.

Everyone should write stories, poems or a play
So we can all listen to what people have to say.

Finn is grateful
Finn is the best brother
Finn is kind
I love Finn