Poems

Owls
Underneath a tree.
Tortoises
Slowly walk
I see a
Duck lay
Eggs, as I walk through the rain.

I was swimming deep down under
I saw a creature with long blonde hair
A tail like a fish
But the top like a human
It was magical
It was a mermaid
She showed me around
But I knew I had to go
So I waved good bye
And off I went

Best friends are there for you
They never let you fall
If you do
They pick you back up
If you’re sad
They know what to do
You have a good laugh
and they love you

War is a something
you’ve never seen before
War is a dangerous thing
You can lose control
There are toxic gases, guns and bombs
The soilders have suffered
But the souls remained shuttered.
There won’t be any hope
There won’t br peace
The poppies will grow
And the war will close

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There once was a girl named Kelly
She was a little bit smelly
She was just sad
That her parents got mad
For not showering her like sister Nelly

On my very first day at Hogwarts,
I walked on the train to find a new friend.
Oh, I walked and I walked, when suddenly
I became face to face with Harry Potter!!
Two people on either side,
On the train, on my very first day at Hogwarts.
Defeat, You Know Who Harry Potter,
Defeat, defeat, defeat.
Say hello to my best pals,
Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, aid famous Harry.
I am the famous Harry Potter,
I can defeat Voldemort and have done it 3 times.
Stop sayin’ that it freaks me out!
Exclaimed Ron.
True, it freaks me out too, inturupted Hermione.
And the next thing you know
we were at Howarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry!!!

This is a poem composed by pupils of 4 Avon for our class topic.

The Boy King
Three thousand years ago
Slaves were building pyramids
In the hot and dusty desert.

A young King named Tutankhamun
Taken to the Valley of the Kings
Lay in a gold sarcophagus
Mummified… immovable… silent.

Years later, an archaeologist named
Howard Carter was tirelessly searching
For the Boy King
Paid by Lord Carnarvon
To unlock secrets below the sand.

Bats screeched as hope began to fail
Suddenly, steps, a wall, a name
Revealing the tomb
The tomb of King Tutankhamun
A dog howled at the moon
As the lights of Cairo went out.