A Tent of Birds
As ma thoughts scowpall ben ma brain
ah sit in silence an wunner
o fit have faad inta this blunder
o fit it aa gid wrang
Sat in a tent
nae a soond tae be heard
Until the rustling yokit
The words ach nae ran aa ben ma heid
Squawking and squeaking,
an jumping an skirling jis like little birds
ah tried tae droon tham oot
Yet they were aa ah cwid hear
In the morn ah wis telt
The stories o the nicht
The story o a tent
Ma tent
A Tent fu o Birds
My Ballad
I toasted ma bread and then I turned red as I burnt it.
Sae, I Haen a bourie bar and then I went in the caur towards rugby in inverness.
I’m feeling yaldi I got to the pitch I warmed up and trained
The game ended 14-39. I was braw then we got back in the changing rooms and the coach announced MOTM for the game and I was runner up for it.
I got back hame and played with my kittlen
And then I went in the Shour.
For bealin I had spag bol.
I then went to wabbit after watching a movie.
Ballad
I dae a sport,
It’s caad judo,
I go every Freyday night,
At quarter past eight,
Till 10 O’clock.
We start wi a warmup,
Then we stretch,
After that we split into oor groups,
We practice for gradings.
Once we’re dane practicing,
We start doing randori,
Randori is friendly fighting.
At the end we putten the mats away,
Max and I get picked up,
I then get dropped aff,
My dad waits up to let me in,
I go to my room and wait till noon.
School – Ballad
I don’t know whether I hate school or not,
I sit in the classroom without a thought.
As the teacher rambles on,
I just wish the day had gone.
School is what I imagine prison is like,
Long hours and big fights.
Getting up at 7 in the morning,
Just to sit there and do work.
I hate school!
I enjoy seeing my friends,
Laughing until break ends.
Maybe schoolisn’t that bad after all.
I still don’t know whether I hate school or not,
I just wish the day would bef over a lot.
Narrative Ballad
A mber is my name
M y dog is called dexter
Bananas are minging
Excellent at everything
R osie is my pet coo
My name is Angel McIntosh
I am thirteen years ald
I have green een and broone hair
I play fitba on left wing or striker but I dinna mind playing right back
I have 2 moggys and 1 dug
I like te dee pe and French
I dee a paper roond every mornin
My favourite food is gelato
I have named one of my moggys Edwards and the other MJ
Bothie ballad
Isla is ma first name.
Short is ma height.
Lang blonde hair.
Aberdeenshire is far I bide.
McRae is ma last name.
Cooper is ma dug’s name
Revolution is een o ma favorite makeup brands.
Amber is een o ma pals.
Everyone has a problem wi me
Ballad
Scottish
Ma name is Cairinaan ma favourite colour is pink.
Ma air an ma reem is pink an mast o ma clothes are pink
Ma phone is another thing that I like. I spend nearly twa hoors on it.
Een last thing that I like is hill walking I climb hills a lot with ma family an we do een every new year an at diffrent times o the year.
Ballad
Strumming as she sings
Feeling alane
Guitar strings moving
Dae asthey’retelt
Feeling alone,
The air feels oorlich
Yet my heart still bides dry
So, I sit at hame
Feeling Alane
Wishing for someone in my life
Wishing to feel whole
Nae all alone
Sometimes I Cannae cry.
Ballad
The things that bring me joy is meeting with my pals. When ur inside everything’s dull and boring. Since you dinna ken fit ti do.
But as soon as you step foot outside you get a feel of joy as you start heading to your pals.
Once your with them you can hae fun and make memories. But whilst your indoor you ken that you winna do anything big that You’ll remember
Ballad- my phone
My phone is very dear to me
And is a bonnie artifact
because it holds lots of stuff
that I have done.
The photos that I have taken
hold so mony memories from being out with
friends and doing fun things.
I can keep them until they
are worth nothing to me.
My phone brings me joy when
I am feeling down,
my phone gives me something to do
when I have hee haw to do.
Ballad
fan I wis on holiday in a caravan I went timak my breakfast I wis gan ti hae Nutella on toast but the Nutella wis hard because it wis a new tub so I took aff the foil on the top then put it in the microwave and I did nae see that alang the top o it there wis still some foil that I did nae see so I pit it In the oven and for the first 2-3 seconds it wis fine then it started ti spark and mak a weird noise fan the foil and Nutella caught on fire and I jumped back because I got a fleg then I hid ti open the microwave and wait like 10 mins till the Nutella cooled doon but fan when it cooled down it turned oot that it wis burned so in the end I never got Nutella on toast for my breakfast.
Upon entering the kitchie ah opent the fridge tae an noticed we had barely ony aipple juice eneuch fur een gless an nae mair nor een gless worth bit kent naebody else fair go hiv ony an jis wintittae shower sae gid tae take a shower an get properly toggit ah had picked oot ma spleet new Nike tracksuit an gid tae the kitchie tae get ma aipple juice an then aire wis still a nearly toom bottle in the fridge sae ah picked oot a sma gless an fult it richt up as muckle as ah cwid an it wis basically a fu gless bit ah had corriefister ma phone in ma room sae ah gotten up tae get it fin ah heard gless shatter an ma dug wis running awa faet aa an ma aipple juice wis aa ower the fleer an ma dug wis licking her mim mood an ah realised she had attempted tae dram some an knocked it on the fleer an ah had nae aipple juice.
My name is Aimee
I am fourteenyears ald
I have curly broone hair
I have blue eine
I play the pipes
I like de highland dancing
I have one dog
I have 2 rabbits
I dinne like to go ta school
My birthday is the 4th o January
Camping in winter
Fireplace crackling, kettle brewing, these are the things I call soothing
Dew glazed across the grass ready to creep up the glass
Birds chirping in the winter sna, singing gracefully whilst daffodils dance in the meadow
A cosy little hoose upon a hill, fit reminds of the one in Jack and Jill.
A small well covered in leaves, climbing trees filled with children, with muddy knees
When the sun goes doon, the moon appears with subtle tar thon shed some tears
Owls glide across the sky, with delicate glimpses inside their eyes
They has now come to an end
No more fires and bug bites
Oh I miss the bonnie campsite
My name is Mirren
I am thirteen years Auld
I have long hair
I have broon had green eyes
I like highland dancing
I have one dug
I have 3 cats
I have eight rabbits
I bide inturriff
I love ice hockey
My bast pal is Aimee
Ballad
Libby is my name
I have blond hair
Blue Is the colour of my eein
Brora is where I used ta bide
Y is the letter at the end of my first name
Roseveare is my second name
Odi is the name of one of my horses
Saturday is my favorite day
Every day I try to ride my horse
Very happy lambs
Every dayI help with the yowes and lambs
Aberdeenshire is where I bide
Rosie is the name of my sister’s horse
Every day I feed my horses
MY BALLAD
Once when I made me porridge in ma kitchen I left the pan handle over the counter “by accident” and me dug jumped up on the counter and hit the handle causing it to fall to the floor and spill everywhere which sucks because me porridge was almost done but what sucks more is that I had to clean it up and make it again.
The day I got sand in me eye and I had to go to haspital and get me eye rinsed oot with water and then they put blue and yellow dye aroond me eye and then they said I was good to ga and I got a certificate for being good because I was only a sma loon at the time at happened
One time I woke up randomly in the middle of the night and I was really scared because there was a sma creaking noise that soonded far awa but close enough for me to hear and then there was a weird clapping soond ootside which really creeped me oot and I couldn’t go back to sleep even after the noises stopped.
‘I hate school,’ I say it without a second thought. Every time I arrive it just makes me want to go back home.
‘I love being home though,’ I can say it with a smile on my face. Every time I stay home, I feel relaxed.
School fills me with worries and stress while being at home lets me feel warm and happy.
Being at home gives me endless entertainment while school gets me bored and tired.
I see my friends at school and get to talk with them, but I much rather talk to them through the phone.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I need my education. But I can’t help to hate learning.
I am a musician
I saoil what its like to be famous sometimes
I hear the sound of rock n roll ceol
I see hundreds of guitars
I want to spel guitar all day
I am a musician
I pretend to spelif front of people some day
I feel yaldi
I touch my guitar and all my feelings and wores go away
I worry iwont be able to spel
I cry when im away from my guitar
I am a musician
I understand the musical ways
I say iwont stop playing
i dream about playing
I try to spel drums but its not as fun
I hope it never breaks
I am a musician
Ballad in scottish
In the past twa months ah hae made mair memories than ah hae in twa years
ah hae met mair fowk in twa months than ah hae in twa years
twa years ago wis the maist boring time of mah life
if ah huddane anything a wee bit differently twa months ago they twa months wid never happened
ah look at a lot of places differently compared tae twa years ago
ah ken thae places better than ah did twa years ago
if ah hud seen four swings twa years ago ah wid nae think anythin’ o’ it noo whin ah keek at four swings it reminds me o the past twa months
turriff is very different than twas twa years ago
i’m very different than ah wis twa years ago
