The talker
By Whitney, 11, Benalla, Victoria, Australia
People who chat won't stop at that
They gossip and giggle they squirm and they wriggle
They like to say this they like to say that
They like to be rowdy and speak very loudly
When they speak they go red as if there is to much talk talk for there head!
To cope with themselves is a wonder to tell
Have you seen this?
Have you seen that?
They continue with there incessant chat
Did he do this?
Did she do that?
Why didn't I hear of that?
They blibber they blabber all the day long
Until you can't wait for them to be gone!
(July 2008)
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The Magic Box
By Connor, 10, Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, UK
I will put in my box
The Crystal of Life like the golden sun
A star as golden as a slab of gold
A list of ideas for the future.
I will put in my box
The blade from a samurai sword shining like the moon
The tooth from the blind basilisk
A tree from the whistling wood.
I shall put in my box
A comet blazing through the earth's atmosphere
A submarine shooting through space
A rocket diving into the deep ocean.
My box is fashioned from a shimmering rainbow
With sparkling stars on the lid and imagination in the corners
The hinges are devils toenails.
I shall put in my box
The foam from a surfer's wave
A wish from a silver phoenix
The horn from a unicorn.
(July 2008)
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The Sound Collector
By Carolina, 7, Marbella, Malaga, Spain
A man walked up this morning.
Dressed all in green and red.
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The screaming of the children,
The splashing of the waves,
The flopping of the seagulls
And the people swimming away.
The singing of the mermaids,
The crashing of the sea
And the calling of my parents
both searching for me.
A man walked up this morning,
Without a word to say,
He walked up on his own
And never came again.
(July 2008)
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Chasing Fallen Leaves
By Emma, 12, Gloucestershire, UK
What is the point?
No, seriously. What IS the point?
Are we all here as part of a plan?
Someone's dreams?
Are we each just a word in an infinite book?
Each little blip of an existence passing by like cars on a motorway...
Where are we going?
Where did we come from?
Every life a raindrop making ripples on the surface of the sea... Just another drop in the ocean.
Our ripples spread.
Then they fade into nothing.
Will it ever change?
...Or are we all destined to just go on and on,
chasing fallen leaves,
never knowing
Why?
(July 2008)
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Dogs
By Eleanor, 6, Sheffield, South Yorkshire, UK
Dogs are big,
Dogs are small,
Dogs are white,
Dogs are brown.
Dogs are giddy,
Dogs are calm,
Dogs can dance,
Some dogs can't.
Dogs have big ears,
Dogs have small ears,
Dogs have big noses,
Dogs have small noses.
Dogs have big eyes,
Dogs have small eyes,
Some dogs can do tricks,
Some dogs can't do tricks
I LOVE DOGS
(August 2008)
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Ocean Motion
By Rachel, 13, Tontogany, OH, USA
In the ocean, there's so much motion
Under the sea, with all the commotion
Throughout the coral, there are creatures of many kinds
Upon a watery cliff, jellyfish is what youý'll find
Near some seaweed, crabs make themselves obscure
Beyond the depths, whales swim with demure
At the shallows, familiar creatures linger
In the deep, holds the unknown stingers
On the land, the fish may never go
Without a doubt, they must always stay low
In the ocean, where there's so much motion
(July 2008)
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What Is It?
By Konnie , 11, Essex, UK
Only one colour,
But not one size,
Stuck to the ground,
Yet easily flies,
Present in sun,
But not in rain,
Doing no harm,
And feeling no pain.
(June 2008)
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The Rainbow
By Jarzreen, 12, Malaysia
Colour a rainbow with your magic brush,
A swap and swing will do just right,
Pink over here and violet over there,
Just do a quickly like a run of a hare.
This magical rainbow is not enough,
I think you've done it not more than half,
Where's the blue and red and green,
This is the funniest rainbow I've ever seen.
Why do you need it so quickly, I mean?
Is it for a place you've never been?
How much purple you want now?
I want as much as any other how.
Colour a rainbow with your magic brush,
You've done it just right, no need to blush,
A perfect rainbow is for a friend,
I'll give it to her when she attends.
(June 2008<)/i>
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A B C Poem
By Ibitsam, 11, London, UK
A you
B quiet
C me
D elighted
E mail
F riend
G reat
WHO AM I?
I sway through the trees delight,
While passing by I get a fright,
All I know is one add one,
But I still manage to have lots of fun
ANSWER: a bird (hummingbird)
June 2008
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Grandpa
By Hillary, 11, Inuvik, Canada
Grandpa is sweet.
Grandpa is kind.
Grandpa is thoughtful.
Grandpa is generous.
Grandpa is helpful.
Grandpa is my hero.
Oh, how I love my Grandpa!
(May 2008)
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Ocean Wonders
By Classic, 12, PA, USA
The blue skies wander away under the shadow of the clouds,
White,
And perfect.
The green water flows,
And the sand beneath my feet slithers and squirms,
Trying to escape my wiggly toes' grasp.
The water,
Polluted and nasty,
Reaches back at me,
Crying for a playmate as the sun goes down.
I am intent on standing my ground,
And not going in,
But that was before I saw the white dolphins' fins.
The day is old and tired,
So the moon comes out at last!
I wonder if it is playing tricks on me,
like it had in the past.
The green,
Salty waters,
Turn to,
Clear,
Crystal blue.
And I see him,
Riding the peaceful waves,
Calling out to me to come and play.
I shake my shoulders,
And nod my head,
But wonder what would happen if,
I went to him instead?
The bed would be cold,
And mother would worry.
She'd start to tear the through the city,
Looking for me.
Calling my name.
Crying.
The sea pulls me in,
And the dolphin calls a friend,
They both want to know my name.
"Why?"
I ask,
"Why are you so intent on knowing me,
inside and out?"
It tells me that it wants to be my friend,
Only me,
Forever.
The waves crash hard,
And I have been found.
The pupiless sharks that I never saw went thrashing home.
My mother cries out as I come near,
Screaming never to do that,
Never to be so very stupid.
I look back out at sea and wonder what would have awaited me,
In the deep green murky sea.
I made a choice,
So now I stick with it.
I turn around,
And look at my mothers' red eyes,
So fully lathered with tears from her love for me.
I jump over and hug her,
Happy to be back.
(May 2008)
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In bed
By Henry, 9, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire, UK
In the evening when I go to bed
Not doing homework, just lying there with ted
Bags of sweets, yum toffee treats
Egypt, Britain, historic wars
Dogs and stuff are in my head,
just lying there in bed.
(May 2008)
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Colours
By Elizabeth, 10, Exeter, UK
Colours are wonderful as you may know!
They make this world gleam and glow!
Colours that make this big world shine
and make it so glorious and divine!
Colours of red, purple and blue.
Orange, pink and violet too!
Can you imagine a world without it?
I could never, not a bit!
So listen to what I say -
colours are wonderful every day!
(May 2008)
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Imagination
By Cami, 11, Layton, UT, USA
Mysterious mountains block the luminous sun,
Creating an ominous planet,
The rain has come, evil has won,
The vivid light has gone,
What happened to the good guys, what happened to the light?
This frightful dream gave me a fright,
Allow this dreadful dream only happened tonight,
It gave me a scare, it gave me a terror,
But as I look out the window,
The sun has come, the night has gone,
Thank goodness for dreams, they're only our imagination.
(May 2008)
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The Shenandoah Valley
By Samantha, 11, Virginia, USA
The Shenandoah Valley
The clouds just touching it
It looks like a quilt
With all the different trees and flowers
When you smell the air it smells musty but fresh
I sit down and dig my hands in the rich soil
I sit, on the Shenandoah valley
(May 2008)
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The Night
By Emily, 11, Halesowen, UK
The trees are dancing to the singing of the wind
The rain is running after the dancing trees
The storm is crying the lightening is angry
It's dark the talking stars are lighting the night up
The sea is angry ,the rocks are still
but the moon just watches and smiles.
The people are asleep in their cosy beds
But the flowers are swaying to the music of the night
The cars are asleep but the engine cries
The leaves fly slowly to the ground
The grass sways to the talking of the wind.
The pond sleepily stays still
Frogs sing a poem to the little ones
Everything goes quiet when the owls sing
When the sunrise comes the night has ended.
(May 2008)
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United Sunset
By Lena, 13, Ventura County, California, USA
Pastel blues and light pale pinks
Color the sky as the plane dips and sinks
Higher and higher as the buildings get smaller
Higher and higher stronger and taller
Wings spread wide with ease and grace
Masterfully flying at a quickening pace
Soar through the wind, slice through the air
Gliding so quietly without a care
Looming above the thickening clouds
Which cover the ground like an immense shroud
Up in the heavens looking down at the earth
There is no way to measure what this view is worth
Sherbet orange, crimson, and gold
Atop the horizon brave, bright, and bold
Appears at my window to say goodnight
And wish me good luck and a safe flight
May 2008
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Acrostic
By Colleen, 9, Bristol, UK
Cute
Open
Likable
Loving
Energetic
Exciting
Nice
(May 2008)
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Hello to the Week
By Nikki, 12, Sydney, NSW, Australia
Hello Monday, how do you do?
Most people dread you, including me too.
Hello Tuesday. Now here's a treat.
You are the first day for Monday to meet.
Oh Wednesday, you've decided to come.
I guarantee there will be lots of fun.
You too, Thursday come down from Heaven,
Without you our group cannot make seven.
G'day Friday, you are a relief.
Are you here to start the weekend: just too brief?
Finally Saturday! You have arrived,
For you five days I have survived.
Go on Sunday, take a peek,
Say hello to the days of the week.
(May 2008)
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Rise Again
By Ali, 13, Fort Collins, Colorado, USA
Your plumage resplendent with crimson and gold
And your song sung in beauty when the night grows old
Many stories about you are told
Time and time again.
Phoenix, when your time grows nigh,
In flames you're born and in fire you'll die,
And from the ashes you'll rise again
Your song to sing once more at night's end.
A sign of rebirth, of life after death
Your landings softer than a baby's breath
Eating nothing but dew from the grass
Your legacy, always, forever will last.
Immortal phoenix forever you'll fly
In flames you're born and in fire you'll die
And always you'll rise from the ashes again
To continue singing your song at night's end,
To continue singing your song at night's end.
(May 2008)
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