Trees

Waving trees in a breeze,

Pink clouds,

On branches proud,

The wind is loud.

Colourful Song

by Hazel, age 9

Golden leaves,

Swaying in the breeze,
Fuschia pink,
As you'd never think,
Orangey red,
Like a sunset crown,
Bird's song,
Amid scarlet trees,
Colours swaying,
Amid chilly leaves.

Emerald Forest

by Hazel (age 9)

Ferns so green on the ground,
Birds sing a musical sound,
Trees stretching high,
Going to the sky,
Beautiful forest around me,
Like a green emerald sea.

Dappled Shade

by Hazel and Angela

Light cascade,
To dappled shade,
Trees above,
A living ceiling,
So majestic,
Am I dreaming?
Song birds rest,
In tree tops high,
Nature's melody,
Into the sky

Flee

by Hazel and Angela

Charging, chasing,
Heart a racing,
Dashing through,
Thick undergrowth.
Coyote closing,
On my trail,
Homeward,
I must run.

Racing

by Hazel and Angela

Charging, chasing,
My heart racing,
Dashing forward,
To the end,
Now I'm sprinting,
Trophy glinting,
I am going to win

My Aeroplane

I'm going to make an aeroplane,
I know just how to do it,
I'll fold up a gigantic map,
And glue a cushion to it.

I'll sit on my seat so soft,
Dad will launch me into the sky,
I'll zoom right up to waiting clouds,
I'm not scared of flying high.

If by chance I get lost,
I can check the map,
Wave to all the pretty birds,
And give my arms a flap.

When at last I get home,
Mom will make sure I'm fed,
I'll tell them all about my flight,
Before I slip dreamily into bed.

by Angela

Mountain Lake

By Angela and Hazel

Mountains rise,
To misty skies,
Below evergreen,
Dew forest lies,
Shadows adrift,
On liquid glass lake,
Birds chorus,
The morn to wake,
Ripples lazily,
Lap pebbled shore,
On lofty draughts,
Eagles soar,
Timid fish,
In currents glide,
Serenity brings,
Peace inside.

A Serious Person

by Hazel, age 9

The serious person has a face like a rock,
He does not smile,
The joker is the opposite of that,
He never frowns,
Only clowns.

A Tree Bridge

by Felix, age 7

I made a tree bridge in the forest,
The tree was way too small,
The stump was way too narrow,
But the tree went up to the moon.

The Fir Tree Who Sneezed

by Hazel, age 9

There was a fir tree who liked bees,
However the bees do not like Fir trees,
Because they do sneeze,
ACHOOOOOOOO!

Pokemon In the Desert

by Felix, age 7

When I was walking in the forest,
I found a path that lead to the desert,
A very short one,
Even though it was very far from the desert,
I found a Pokemon fossil,
I thought it was a chicken fossil,
Until it turned into an Anorith.

The Anorith used poison sting on me,
I used my Pikachu to use thunderbolt on it,
I threw a Poke ball at it,
Now it's my new Pokemon friend.

Barnacled Rocks

By Angela
Editor and ideas supplier: Hazel

There I stood,
At the edge,
Of the sand,
Barnacled rock,
In each hand.

Waves beckoning,
Throw them in,
Give them flight,
In early morn,
Dew light.

Cool sand shifts,
Beneath bare,
Toes curling,
Catapult arms,
Unfurling.

Rocks flying,
Through misty,
Startled air,
Sea breeze blowing,
Tousled hair.

Rocks impact,
The serene,
Sparkling sea,
Immersed in life,
Forever free.

My Puppy Cooper

By Felix, age 7

Cooper jumps,
Cooper leaps,
Cooper chases rocks and pine cones,
Cooper bites,
Owwweeeeeee!

Boulders

by Felix, age 7

A round boulder can be rolled,
A square one cannot,
A rectangular boulder can be climbed,
A round one cannot.
AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH,
Splat.

The Fern

By Hazel, age 9

The fern is green,

It is not small,

The fern is big,

But it is not tall.

Moss

By Hazel, age 9

Creeping across the forest floor,

Like a carpet soft and warm,

In the shadows and in the light,

There will be something green tonight,

Moss.

A Rocky Path

by Felix, age 7

A rocky path tumbles,
A rocky path disappears,
A soft path,
Is lined with trees.

Team Rocket's Baboon

By Hazel, age 9

I saw Team Rocket's balloon,

And in it was a baboon!

Team Rocket was yelling,

And there was no way of telling,

How big was the baboon.

The First Canine Helicopter

by Angela
editor:Hazel

My puppy drank Mom's coffee,
And was over caffeinated,
His little eyes looked quite surprised,
So I watched and I waited.

Then he pounce up on the table,
Scoffed Mom's cinnamon bun,
Leapt onto the counter,
And devoured another one.

He rocketed straight into the air,
And streaked around the room,
Crashed into the closet,
Gobbled up the broom.

He danced up on the lampshade,
Somersaulted across the floor,
Pirouetted on the toaster,
And smashed right through the door.

My puppy was so happy,
His tail spun round and round,
I hugged him round is neck,
And our six feet left the ground.

Now there are paw prints on the lamp shade,
The door has a dog shaped hole,
And when puppy and I are very bored,
I pour coffee in his bowl.

We've flown all over Europe,
The Americas were a blast,
Asia was so amazing,
Australasia went by too fast.

Next we're off to Russia,
To see the famous Red Square,
Then speed off to the Arctic,
To look for a polar bear.

My puppy and I love traveling,
Even in the snow,
And NASA has declared us,
An offical UFO!

The Pokemon Hunt

by Hazel, age 9

Let's go on a hunt,

For pokemon that begin with P,

They are in:

Johto,

Kanto,

Hoenn,

And Sinnoh region too!

There are:

Piplup,

Pikachu,

Pachirisu,

Porygon,

Pichu,

Paras,

Porygon2,

And a whole lot more!

When you go on a pokemon hunt,

You have no idea what is in store!

Let's Not Tidy Up Today

Let's not tidy up today,
Tidying is such a bore,
Why put all the toys away?
I want to play some more!

I'll play boating at the sink,
Pour water from bottles to jars,
Then tip all my trains out,
And race them with with the cars!

I'm going to build a tower,
The bricks will pile up high,
Make twenty aeroplanes,
And launch them into the sky!

I'm going to fill water balloons,
Drop them from the ledge,
Take out the play scissors,
And snip flowers from the hedge!

I'll play with the backyard hose,
Water our pet dog,
Make a huge mud puddle,
And throw in a big log!

I'm going to dig in the sand box,
With my bucket and spade,
Make a little fish pond,
And fill it with lemonade!

I'll take every book off the shelf,
Cover the front room floor,
And when we've read them all,
We'll scour the house for more!

Mom don't worry about the mess,
A night fairy cleans for me,
While we both sleep and dream,
She tidy's up for FREE!

by Angela

Picture by Hazel, age 9

Ingrid The Smily Witch

Can I whisper you a tale,
About a smiling witch?
Ingrid would even smile,
When she zoomed into a ditch!

The others said it wasn't right,
For a witch to smile,
A proper witch looks serious,
And smells of something vile.

Ingrid looked at her bat,
Hanging up side down,
She thought "if I do that,
My smile would be a frown!"

But hanging up by her toes,
Was not so very easy,
Her magic hat fell right off,
And it made her stomach queasy.

Flushing a deep shade of green,
Her smile turned to a frown,
But the other silly witches,
Thought she was smiling up-side down!

"Ingrid broke the smiling rule,"
The others did cackle and croon,
Abracamonkious hairykaflunkious,
You are now a hairy Baboon!"

Ingrid rather liked the change,
Now she smiles all day long,
Grins, giggles, laughs out loud,
And sings a happy song!

by Angela

The Storm-Flower

by Hazel , age 9

When I walked up the street,

I was pelted with falling sleet,

Then it began to rain,

And then start to sleet again,

I thought the weather was going crazy,

So I asked my friend Maisy,

She said "it is the pot,

Of the Quangle Wangle Quot,

It controls the weather,

And is lined with heather,

It's usually filled with stormflowers,

And that is why there are so many showers",

I found that the Storm-flowers were all rotten,

And there wasn't even a fresh one at the bottom,

So I set off to find Storm-flowers,

I picked them for twenty-four hours,

When I had the lot,

I put them in the pot,

I wondered how a simple flower,

Could have so much power,

So I peeled the petals back,

In it was a small blue sack,

In that was a fairy,

Who was ever so hairy,

Now the hairy fairy and I are friends,

And that is how my poem ends.

A Funny Thing

by Angela and Hazel

I was swimming in my teacup,
When I saw a funny thing,
A gravy boat came sailing,
I heard the sailors sing.

"We sail upon the seven teas,
With our teaspoon oars,
Eating the finest custard pies,
And drinking through cheese straws."

The Captain was a biscuit,
With a tea bag on his back,
The oars men were all short breads,
Sitting in a stack.

They hit a great white sugar-berg,
How their boat did rock,
The Captain fell over board,
And was rescued with a sock.

"This tea is much too dangerous,"
The sailors all did shout,
With scrambling legs and flailing arms,
From my tea cup they climbed out.

Now I have a sailing boat,
Silver spoons for my oars,
I keep look out for the sugar-bergs,
And drink lemonade through cheese straws.

Spoons

by Felix age 7, Hazel age 9 and Angela

Things you never knew,
You could do with a spoon...

Cuddle it like a teddy bear,
Tunnel to the ice cream store,
A grappling hook for mountain climbing,
A catapult for backyard bugs,
A carriage pulled by a tiny mouse,
A ride for a tired fairy,
Catching windy pops in it,
Balance on it with pointed toes,
Plant it deep and watch a spoon tree grow...

Or you can eat your cereal with it,
you decide!

How To Make A Giant Crazy

by Felix, age 7

How to make a giant crazy,
In ten easy steps.

Put mud in his toothpaste,
Sew him into is blanket while he sleeps,
Poke holes in his coffee cup,
Put worms in his shoes,
Replace his muscles with fake muscles and put them in the stewing pot,
Switch his toothpicks for matches,
Put rocks in his socks,
Put rocks in his bed,
Sew his pant legs together,
Send him a pot of chocolate spread with mud in it.

Now lock him in his bedroom,
Run away.

A Bored Monster

Whatever is a monster to do,
When he's bored of scaring you?
Building tall creamy milkshake towers,
Is great for many slow idle hours,
But when that job is all done,
He needs to find another one.

Making a flower and carrot salad,
Can be done to a monster's ballad,
Jauntily jog down to the park,
To wrestle squirrels in the dark,
Fill the bath with sloppy mud,
Jump in with a mighty thud.

Tickle the neighbor's fluffy kitty,
Send it home nice and skitty,
Cook a wicked monster's brew,
Add his underpants to the stew,
Pull stringy bogies from his nose,
Droop them over hairy toes.

But monsters do not do these things,
(not even those with scaly wings),
Now you should know I'm being silly,
Sillier than a silly billy,
A bored monster you will never see,
Because he's happy scaring me!

AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!

by Angela and Hazel

Bionicle Building

It's fun building,
And it's cool,
Parts and bits to build with,
Ships can take hours,
or weeks,
A Toa is much quicker,
A Big Toa takes hours,
or weeks,
Rahi are easy,
Makuta's army is easy to build,
BUT THERE ARE SO MANY BITS!

By Felix, age 7

Funky Monkey

Funky monkey see,

Funky monkey do,

Funky monkey dancing in the zoo.

Elly Elephant saw monkey dance,

She danced too,

Funky monkey & Elly elephant dancing in the zoo!

All the other animals saw them dancing too!

So now

Funky Monkey,

Elly Elephant,

Ben Bear,

Talia Tiger,

Suzy Snake,

Leo Lion,

And all of the keepers too

Are dancing the Boogieoogieoo.

by Hazel, age 9

If My Head Was Like A Doughnut

If my head was like a doughnut,
I would be in trouble,
Bugs would come and climb inside,
Bringing sticks and rubble,
Hang a banner on my nose,
Build a jungle gym,
Spill all their milkshakes,
And jump in for a swim.

by: Angela
editor: Hazel

Into The Deep

First we venture into the deep,

Where we find the seaweed sheep,

You want to see the coral cow?

Into the shallow we go now.

Then seek the under water caves,

In the dark the octo-puss waves,

Surface to greet the barnicle dog,

He wags his tail in sea foam fog,

In the driftwood here afloat,

Splashes the salty sea shell goat,

And now back to our cosy home,

Together we will slowly roam,

What is that in the dinner dish?

I think it must be fish!

by Angela

Making A Giant Feel Queasy

Making a giant feel queasy,
Is not so very easy,
There is an awful lot,
To put in the stewing pot.
Stinky poop,
Hairy gloop,
Rancid oil,
A witch's boil,
Mouldy bread,
A hamster's head,
Week old cheese,
A rooster's knees,
Rabbit's brains,
Fierce lion's manes,
A flat screen TV,
Ear wax from a flea,
A lizard's skin,
A maggot's chin,
Vampire vomit,
A Shakespeare sonnet,
Gone off milk,
A pig's ear silk,
A dried lump of dragon snot,
And then when you have the lot,
Stir it up with a ten foot spoon,
Grimacing like a witch's goon,
Keep stirring for at least an hour,
To stop your brew from turning sour,
When at last it is all done,
Add it to a giant's bun,
Watch from very far away,
On a lovely clear view day,
The giant who has been a toad,
Will first jump and then explode,
I know he doesn't feel queasy,
But I did say it wasn't easy.

by Angela, Hazel and Felix

The Wicked Witch

There was a wicked witch,

Who liked jars,

So she'd put a curse in them,

And hide them in old cars.

Then one sunny day,

A family of chipmunks found them all!

In the wreckers yard

(and they had a ball)

They took the jars :o

And they opened them :o :O

The curse came out and turned the chipmunks into...

CHIPMUNKS!!!

By Hazel, age 9

The Ice Cream Run

Mom said "who will put the ice cream away?"
The freezer is two floors up.
"I will", I say.
I run up the stairs clutching the ice cream tub,
On the second set of stairs I stop,
Pry back the lid,
Dip my fingers into the softened ice cream,
Scoop,
Eat,
Lovely,
I put the ice cream in the ginormous freezer.

Next day,
The same.
This time when I peel back the lid,
Dad says
"Gotcha!"
Oh.
Was it my finger marks?
Was I too keen?
Now when they ask,
For a volunteer,
They don't get one.

by Angela (once even she was a kid)

Couplet War I

Players: Hazel and Angela

I have a cat,
You have a rat.

My rat is a hero,
Your cat is a zero.

Your superhero rat,
Just went splat.

That furry splat,
Is actually your cat.

Your rat went splat,
Along with my cat.

Rat's superhero power,
Turned him into a flower.

I stepped on your flower,
With all it's power.

I made a fur hat,
From your beloved cat.

I ate the flower,
Now I have super power.

Hazel wins.

Crazy Cook

A crazy cook dancing hard,
Slipped on a puddle of runny lard,
He fell in the pot,
And a shock he got,
When his under pants got charred.

Boh-rok Kal

Bohrok Kal knocks down big boulders,
Bohrok Kal has tools like swords,
Air shields when he was Levak,
Bohrok Kal can go into a ball.
His head can spring up!

by Felix, aged 7

In The Forest

In the forest,

Silence talks,

Of days that last forever.

Stand still,

Look about,

What time are you living in?

Is this the Jurrasic era?

Will an Allosaurus be eating you?

Is this the middle ages?

Will a knight come charging through?

Or have you slept for a thousand years?

Whatever will you see?

As long as the forest stands,

Time roams free.

by Angela (aged very old)

A Silly Dog

A Silly Dog

A dog who played tug-o-war,

Zoomed right into a door,

Chased a bouncy ball,
Right into a wall,

And went down in doggy folk lore.

By Hazel aged 9 and Angela aged xx

The Sock from Smellville

The Sock from Smellville

From Smellville there was a young sock,

Who said "Do not mock!"

I am quite witty,

With my famous ditty,

My head is not a block.

by Hazel, aged 9

Captain Red Beard's Secret

I am the pirate Red Beard,

I sail upon the sea,

Shooting, looting, never saluting,

The irreverant pirate I be.

I have one little problem,

Pirates love their beer,

It tastes like rancid pee to me,

And makes my stomach queer.

So I bring my very own barrel,

Of my Momma's lemonade,

It tastes so good and sweet,

There's nothing like homemade.

I mark my barrel EXTRA STRONG.

THIS BEER WILL EXPLODE YOUR HEAD.

ONLY RED BEARD THE INFAMOUS,

DRINKS THE BEER OF THE DEAD.

So now the grunting pirate rabble,

Think me the most able,

'Cause when it comes to roudy nights,

I drink them under the table.

by Angela

editor Hazel

Contributions by Felix

Rollercoaster

Up,
Down,
Zoom,
Whoosh.

Exciting,
Thrilling,
Hands in the air,
Go, go go!

Faster,
Crazy,
Rocketing,
Supersonic.

Shocking,
Scary,
Cheeks ripple,
Eyes water.

Vertical,
Horizontal,
Oscillating,
Inverted.

Queasy,
Dizzy,
Stomach lurching,
Legs bandy.

We stop.
"Let's do that again!"

by Angela

The Four Year Old Boy

I am Will,
I construct,
Morning, noon and night.
I am Will.

I'll have your sticky tape,
glue,
card,
Every ball of string you have.

I make it high,
I add a lever,
The bucket will tip,
The water comes out.

If it falls,
I build again,
Tie the knot,
And this time I'll need the lining from the couch.

Mom, where are the scissors?
Snip, snip, snip.

Best Friends

Said the girl to the boy “You stink”,
Said the boy to the girl “No, you stink”.
Silence.
Said the girl to the boy, “Let's both be stinky.”
Said the boy to the girl, “Yeah, let's be poops.”

by Angela

Pickled Cat Tree

Pickled Cat Tree

Peter loves picking pickled cats,
On his pickled cat tree,
And Peter loves picking,
Pickled pepper dogs.
By Felix, aged 7

Peter Picker

Peter Picker

I am Peter Picker;

I can see you there.

Do you seek the monster,

Hiding in his lair;

Or have you come for my peppers,

It is a myth that I pickle them.

I wear them in my hair.

by Hazel, age 9

A Happy Dog

A happy dog jumps,

A happy dog leaps,

A happy dog goes off leash;

A sad dog does not.

A happy cat pounces,

A happy cat plays,

A happy cat goes outside;

A sad cat does not.

A happy bird sings,

A happy bird flies,

A happy bird goes in the sky;

A sad bird does not.

by Hazel, age 9