Clang! Clash! Bang! Dash!
"Hear ye, hear ye!" shouted the king as he looked out to see.
"Let the tournament begin!" as the knights trotted in.
Black knights, red knights, green knights and blue,
Raised their hands to tell bravery was true.
Only one will win and whom will it be?
If you pay attention well, you know you will see.
Flags of bright colors waved in the wind,
Mustangs, stallions, and in with them they send,
Lances of black, red, green, and blue to blend.
One after one the knights battled well.
And one after one the weakest knights fell.
After long wiolence and killings and breakings,
Some squires tried but never accomplished awakeings.
Thunder of crowds and thunder of hooves.
The winner has won with his battle-skilled moves.
Lindsey, 12, Fort Collins, USA
The knights come out to fight,
only when it is bright,
in the morning,
at the sound of silence,
the fight begins,
silenty in the sunset,
knights drop down dead,
one by one.
John, 11, UK
The lucky sword
There once was a brave man called George,
Who carried a lucky old sword.
Fight after fight and night after night
he would beat everybody in sight.
He left it at home one day in November ,
To bring his sword he forgot to remember.
That day has now gone and lies in the past,
But the problem for George was it was his last.
Cari, 7, Newport, Wales
Fighting fighting, the same as writing?
Fight fight with all your might
Write write to make things right
With one you could die that's got to be wrong
With the other you're fine let's all sing a song
If I had a choice I know which I'd choose
For with fighting I'm sure you can only lose
So let's all be glad that those days are no longer
We are all better off, and very much stronger.
Samuel, 6, Newport, South Wales
The shields for protection and swords held high!
The audience gets ready for fighters to fly!
Blood and guts fly through the air!
And poor sir Daniel can only stand and stare!
He fell off the horse and bumped his head!
Now poor Sir Daniel is very dead!
Danielle, 12, Ballymena, County Antrim, N. Ireland
Knights in the castle
Knights in the castle looking so bright,
wearing their armour for the night fight.
The kings and the queens
come to watch who will fall.
These knights are the greatest heroes of all.
Daniel, 6 , Prospect, KY, USA
Put on your Armour and put on your shield
On your Armour you will get a very sturdy hat stronger and shinier than any piece of metal.
Lots of metal all around. It smells very shiny and like mud
See the fight then go home; enjoy the fight and go to bed
Bethany, 7, Hucknall, UK
I am riding outside on my horse today,
Not knowing anyone would get in my way.
When suddenly, I hear my name called,
I'm twisting around looking quite appalled.
Next thing I know I'm turning to face,
My opponent that I'm just about to race.
My horse is all ready and off we go,
Now we are flying to put on a show.
We are speedily racing down the straight course,
And what do you know, I knocked him right off his horse.
I didn't know jousting could be so much fun,
Especially when you're the knight who has won!
Hanna, 10, Richmond, VA, USA
My mind is racing,
My heart is beating,
When will the race start,
Will it start raining,
The fun all begins,
When the horn is blown
And the flag is thrown,
The galloping hoofs,
The yelling and screaming,
The children all hoping it's their dad who'll be winning,
When the race has been won,
It's Sir Edwards children,
That come galloping on.
Taylor, 12, Georgia, USA
Oh My Brave Knight!
Oh My Brave Knight!
How handsome you look
How strong and brave
When you ride out I hope it's to me you wave
If I toss you my favor I hope you will save
It for ever
Oh My Brave Knight
You looked at me!
I swoon; I feel faint
My cheeks look like I paint
Them with red rouge
My wonderful hero
You joust like a champion
And I have zero
Oh My Brave Knight
The tournament was grand
When you held my hand
And helped me from the stand
I knew we'd be together
Kimberly-Kate, 11, Bethesda, USA
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