Kieran Hannon
WINTER
The frozen icicle hangs from
rooftops, and adults moaning because they have
to walk.
The sound of a
child’s footsteps walking on the thin puddle of
broken ice. A wooden cabin in the forest.
Trees filled with green and white
colours, from the snow falling from the misty sky.
Children wearing their rainbow
coloured hats and scarf, slide across the frozen
wet lake .
Radios on for freezed weather
It’s that time of the year
when the people all have red noses because of the
snowed down blizzard.
It's Alive
It jumped on my face
It gave me a chase
It bit my tongue and gave me a taste
It's ALIVE
It lives in a beehive
It flies
It kills
It takes pills
It bites on my neck
And gives me a peck
It's ALIVE
It said 'Give Me Five'
It could be a girl
It could be a boy
It might even be one of those little toys.
[A poem written by my group of Year 5 pupils in St Ambrose Barlow School]
Television favourites
Do you like Eastenders?
No I like Northenders
Do you like Corrie?
No, I like a balti
Do you like Changing Rooms?
No I like the way it is
Do you like David Seaman?
No, I like David Landman
Do you like CITV
No I like BBC
Do you like SKY?
No, I like the sun
Do you like Milkshake?
No I like Coke
Do you like A Date in Hell?
No, I like a date in heaven
Do you like Friends?
Yes, but I prefer enemies
My Cat Tiger
The cat Tiger has been knocked down. I am in despair. The driver was my Dad. He tried to make it up to me, he couldn't, and never spoke at all. I cried and cried to get it out of my mind. I nearly made a bucket of water.