Today is ‘World Poetry Day’ and the challenge set out in this morning’s assembly will be to find a poem you like and post it in this school blog post. You may even find examples of people reciting your favourite poem on sites like You Tube – if so – share the link as well…
Let’s celebrate our favourite poems!
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Daisy_Year4 · 25 March, 2022 at 3:00 pm
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/dear-ugly-sisters/
Dear Ugly Sisters,
By Laura Mucha
Bread has been baked, veggies are chopped,
salt in the pan – kitchen’s been mopped,
cleaned up the bathroom, cleaned up the sink,
washed all your socks – still really stink,
ironed the laundry, folded the sheets,
serviced the car – here’s the receipt,
dog for a walk, cat to the vet,
married a wonderful prince that I met,
leaving tonight, so good luck with the chores,
dropping my apron and keys by the door.
FROM
CINDERELLA
Lucas/year 4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:58 pm
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-blade-of-grass/
A Blade of Grass
by Brian Patten
You ask for a poem.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You say it is not good enough.
You ask for a poem.
I say this blade of grass will do.
It has dressed itself in frost,
It is more immediate
Than any image of my making.
You say it is not a poem,
It is a blade of grass and grass
Is not quite good enough.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You are indignant.
You say it is too easy to offer grass.
It is absurd.
Anyone can offer a blade of grass.
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy about
How a blade of grass
Becomes more and more difficult to offer,
And about how as you grow older
A blade of grass
Becomes more difficult to accept.
ryan · 25 March, 2022 at 2:57 pm
A Small Dragon
by Brian Patten
I’ve found a small dragon in the woodshed.
Think it must have come from deep inside a forest
because it’s damp and green and leaves
are still reflecting in its eyes.
I fed it on many things, tried grass,
the roots of stars, hazel-nut and dandelion,
but it stared up at me as if to say, I need
foods you can’t provide.
It made a nest among the coal,
not unlike a bird’s but larger,
it is out of place here,
and is quite silent.
If you believed in it I would come
hurrying to your house to let you share my wonder,
but I want instead to see
if you yourself will pass this way.
Listen to it here.
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-small-dragon/
Bobby -year4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:57 pm
A Boy and His Dog
by Zaro Weil
Boy Here dog
Dog WOOF
Boy Good dog
Dog WOOF WOOF
Boy Now sit
Dog WOOF WOOF WOOF
Boy Now stand
Dog WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF
Boy Roll over
Dog WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF
Boy Now speak
Dog Here boy
Listen to it here
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-boy-and-dog/
Copyright: from Firecrackers (ZaZaKids Books, 2018) copyright © Zaro Weil 2018, used by permission of the author
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Lucas/year 4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:56 pm
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-blade-of-grass/
JOSEPH/YR4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:56 pm
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/air/ I love this poem but i would rather hear it in person
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David - Y4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:56 pm
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/dear-ugly-sisters/ Dear Ugly Sisters
by Laura Mucha Bread has been baked, veggies are chopped,
salt in the pan – kitchen’s been mopped,
cleaned up the bathroom, cleaned up the sink,
washed all your socks – still really stink,
ironed the laundry, folded the sheets,
serviced the car – here’s the receipt,
dog for a walk, cat to the vet,
married a wonderful prince that I met,
leaving tonight, so good luck with the chores,
dropping my apron and keys by the door.
FROM
CINDERELLA
willow-year 4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:55 pm
A Ballroom for St Bernards
by Kit Wright
(In the Craigslands Hotel in Ilkley, Yorkshire, there is a large space called St Bernard’s Ballroom. Can it be for dancing dogs?)
Head to head
And paw to paw,
The big St Bernards
Tread the floor.
Round and round
The room they go
In a quickstep that
Is rather slow…
For at huge weights
They tip the scales,
Lolling their tongues
And wagging their tails!
Paw to paw
And snout to snout
St Bernards all
Go stepping out,
And each tells each
As they foot it finely:
‘My Great Big Darling,
You dance divinely!’
Alice · 25 March, 2022 at 2:55 pm
Cat-Rap
by Grace Nichols
Lying on the sofa
all curled and meek
but in my furry-fuzzy head
there’s a rapping beat.
Gonna rap while I’m napping
and looking sweet
gonna rap while I’m padding
on the balls of my feetGonna rap on my head
gonna rap on my tail
gonna rap on my
you know where.
So wave your paws in the air
like you just don’t care
with nine lives to spare
gimme five right here.Well, they say that we cats
are killed by curiosity,
but does the moggie mind?
No, I’ve got suavity.
When I get to heaven
gonna rap with Macavity,
gonna find his hidden paw
and clear up that mystery.Nap it up
scratch it up
the knack is free
fur it up
purr it up
yes that’s me.The meanest cat-rapper you’ll ever see.
Number one of the street-sound galaxy.
You can listen to it here
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/cat-rap/
Charlotte - year 4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:50 pm
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/please-do-not-feed-the-animals/
Please Do Not Feed The Animals
By Robert Hull
Please do not feed the ostriches
sandwiches
or the polar bears
éclairs.
Do not offer the wombats
kumquats
or the rattle-snakes
fruit-cakes.
Remember that piranhas
are not allowed bananas
or partridges
sausages.
Never approach a stork
with things on a fork
or the bustard
with a plate of custard.
No leopard
likes anything peppered
and meerkats
dislike Kit Kats.
Remember that grapes
upset apes
and meringues
do the same for orang-utans.
Most importantly–
do not feed the cheetah
your teacher.
Ethan - year 4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:48 pm
In-a Brixtan Markit
by James Berry
I walk in-a Brixtan Market
believin I a respectable man,
you know. An wha happn?
Policeman come straight up
an search mi bag!
Man — straight to mi
Like them did a-wait fi mi.
Come search mi bag, man
Fi mi bag!
An wha them si in deh?
Two piece a yam, a dasheen,
a han a banana, a piece a pork
an mi lates Bob Marley.
Man all a suddn I feel
mi head nah fi mi. This yah now
is when man kill somody, nah!
‘Tony’, I sey, ‘hol on. Hol on,
Tony. Dohn shove. Dohn shove.
Dohn move neidda fis, tongue
nor emotion. Battn down, Tony.
Battn down.’ An, man, Tony win. https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/in-a-brixtan-markit/
Inara-Year 4 · 25 March, 2022 at 2:47 pm
A Blade of Grass
by Brian Patten
You ask for a poem.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You say it is not good enough.
You ask for a poem.
I say this blade of grass will do.
It has dressed itself in frost,
It is more immediate
Than any image of my making.
You say it is not a poem,
It is a blade of grass and grass
Is not quite good enough.
I offer you a blade of grass.
You are indignant.
You say it is too easy to offer grass.
It is absurd.
Anyone can offer a blade of grass.
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy about
How a blade of grass
Becomes more and more difficult to offer,
And about how as you grow older
A blade of grass
Becomes more difficult to accept.
You can listen to it here
https://childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-blade-of-grass/
Miss Myatt · 25 March, 2022 at 7:59 am
We have been writing our own acrostic poems in Reception this week, for Mother’s Day. Some of our children wrote:
M for My mummy is…
U for unbelievable
M for magical
We cannot wait to give our poems to our mums on Mother’s Day!
Miss Myatt · 23 March, 2022 at 11:27 am
In Reception we have been enjoying reading tongue twister poems. We have been learning all about poems and what they are for. Our favourite tongue twister poems from this week were: she sells sea shells on the sea shore. Another one of our favourites was red lorry yellow lorry red lorry yellow lorry. We have had so much fun trying to say these poems!
Mr Cockcroft · 21 March, 2022 at 10:01 am
My favourite poem wasn’t written for young children but I wanted to share it with you all anyway. Rudyard Kippling also wrote my favourite Disney cartoon, the Jungle Book.
If—
Rudyard Kipling – 1865-1936
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Miss Forbes (Y2) · 21 March, 2022 at 9:57 am
This is the class poem Miss Forbes wrote for Year 2 to read out this morning…
In Year 2 we love poetry, this is our Class Poem..
A place where friends smile
To show you that they care
A place where everyone’s a friend
And happy to be there
A room that’s very special
Where we know we belong
Where no one is left out
And together we are strong
A class proud of our learning
And no one’s left behind
Where you can ask for help
And everyone is kind
The kind of place you want to be
When you come to school each day
A fun and positive classroom
It’s great in every way!
Heap Bridge is the best
And Year 2 we truly love
There’s nowhere we’d rather be
To the moon and back and the stars high above!
Thank you for listening to our poem, Happy Poetry Day!
Our favourite poem has got to be Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss, we love trying to master the tongue twisting verses and we love the silliness of the rhymes!
Mr Cockcroft · 21 March, 2022 at 11:07 am
I thoroughly enjoyed your poem Year 2 – well done!
Isla · 21 March, 2022 at 9:23 am
Life Doesn’t Frighten Me
By Maya Angelou
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don’t frighten me at all
Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn’t frighten me at all.
I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won’t cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.
Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don’t frighten me at all.
That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don’t frighten me at all.
Don’t show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.
I’ve got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.
Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.