Descriptive Poetry

Last week in our Teams meeting the Biggies looked  at and thought about  the poem Long Trip by Langston Hughes. The children used it as a template to write their own poems.

The Burn
The Burn Is A Woosh Of Water.
A Sound Of Relaxation.
It Runs And Ripples,
Glows And Glimmers,
Down The Rocks.
Raging, Roughly,
Roughly, Raging.
The Burn Is A Woosh Of Water.
A Sound Of Relaxation.

Arron


The Sea
The sea is a witches cauldron covered in shadows from the dark.
The sea is a water town for fish and great white sharks.
Where they can splish and splash,
Dip and dive,
Swim through the wild waters.
Dash, splash,
Splash, dash.
The sea is a water town for fish and great white sharks.
The sea is a witches cauldron covered in shadows from the dark.

Heather


The Rainbow
The colours are a line of brightness.
A feet in the sky,
It moves and moves,
Sunny and rainy,
Down the path,
Running, walking,
Running jogging,
We got the gold,
A feet in the sky.

Skye


The mountains is like a full grown apple,
An apple of mountains.
You climb and walk,
walk and climb.
Hear the wind on rushing low.
The mountains is a full grown apple.

Tanya


The Garden
The garden is a forest of green,
An area of fun.
It’s sits and stays,
Grows and glows,
In the sun.
Watching, waiting,
Waiting, watching.
The garden is a forest of green,
An area of fun.
Hannah


The pony
The pony is a pearl,
It shines and shivers,
Golden and glittery,
And stands out!
In the field.
All chuffed,
Chuffed all.
The pony is proud,
A ball of greatness.

Jonah


The unstoppable sword
Thunder is the sword of god,
A sword is the teeth of a shark.
It slices and dices,
It raises up and down,
All the way.
Cutting and slices,
Slices and cutting,
All in slices going 1 and 2.

Josh


Volcanos are madness
Volcanos are a fiery mountain and that is a theatre that lit up the sky
Mountains are a magical mythical
That is too high to climb
Fire. Crackle crunch fire flame
That is way to hot to touch
Volcanos are a fiery mountain and that is a theatre that lit up the sky

Hazel


Tree
The Tree is big and strong,
A palace of leaves that curl and bend.
That is still in time.
Every day we pass them by,
But we never hear them cry a song of sorrow.
The Tree is big and strong,
A palace of leaves that curl and bend.

Ben

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