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