Pebble

PEBBLE

He lay there on the river bed,

He didn’t move, he didn’t sound

He let the river wash him clean

And turn him round and around.

 

He stayed there for 100 years

Not moving very far,

Just going with the gentle tide

And guidance of a star.

 

And then one day,

The tide came strong,

And washed him out

From where he’d been so long.

By Tess

 

 

I Remember

I REMEMBER

I can remember

The house where I was born

The old little cow barn

Looking sad and forlorn.

 

The old broken mattress

Where I used to lie,

The tiny gas oven

Filled with a pie

 

The small back garden

Where I went and played

The snug little tree house

Me and  Jess made.

 

I can remember,

the squash round the table

not enough chairs,

for my sister Mable

 

by Tess

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where Am I?

Where Am I?

Where am I as the wind blows and the tree crashes and the lightning thumps. The dark rises and the humans go to sleep and some animals go to sleep. Also the owls open their orange eyes. The bats fly home in the trees. The dark makes good shadows and the wild dogs could bark but human babies go to sleep more easily.

By: Penny

 

Child’s War

Where have you put it

My joy and my fun?

Where have you put it?

What have you done?

 

How about peace?

Have you ever tried that?

Why don’t you do it

Instead of attack?

 

My brothers and sisters

All are now dead

While you and your enemy

Were both firing lead.

 

You and your enemy

You and your trouble

Turned my life to a nightmare

And my house to rubble.

 

I’m awake in this nightmare

Of blood and of terror,

And I will not forget it

Not now and not ever.

 

 

Cardboard House

I dream of a place,

Where I can travel the world,

Sit in all four corners of the globe,

And whizz over all seven continents.

 

I get up from a cardboard bed,

In a cardboard room,

In a cardboard house,

I walk over to a cardboard cupboard,

And stare hopefully at its forever emptiness,

The hope died years ago.

 

I walk into a patchwork field,

And sigh at the unreality,

No green just red,

The reality died years ago.

 

I trek over plastic bottles,

Plastic bags,

And plastic sheets,

None of it means anything anymore,

The meaning died years ago.

 

My foot scuffs,

On a copper coin,

I stare at it,

I can’t get excited,

My excitement died years ago.

 

I snaffle half a hamburger,

From a newly dumped load,

The words on the box blur,

I don’t care anymore,

The care died years ago.

 

In amongst the mush,

Rusty metal cuts against my foot,

Be infected by morning,

I pocket it thoughtlessly,

The thought died years ago.

 

I sold my pocketful of treasures,

Clamping the money in my fist,

I didn’t argue at the unfair price,

That would mean spirit,

The spirit died years ago.

 

I went back to my cardboard house,

In my cardboard room,

In my cardboard bed,

And take in the unhomeliness,

My real home died years ago.

 

I dream of a place,

Where I can travel the world,

Sit in all four corners of the globe,

And whizz over all seven continents.

 

By Lyra

Unique

“You look weird”

He said

“You sound weird

You act weird

You eat weird”

 

“Your hair’s weird”

She said

“Your eyes are weird

Your mouth is weird

Your clothes are weird”

She said

 

“You smell different”

I said

“You walk different

You speak different”

I said

“And I like it”

 

“We’re all different”

I said

“our appearances

Our preferences

Are all different,

But its unique

Not weird”

By Tess

Wasteland

The sun beats on this

piece of ferocious wasteland.

melting, abandoned

plastic bags, discarded

by Donald Trump,

casting shadows over

disposable pret

cutlery-

mocking the brand,

newly wrapped meat

rotting into the

ground,

the scaring smell

of toxic fumes

burn your nostrils,

the unused,

unforgivably unused

plastic bags

killing the ocean,

the deafening screech

Of tin scars your

ears,

 

I can feel the rotten

peelings of orange,

sinking my

feet deeper like

quick sand,

the putrifying stench

of

dump gases slowly

invading,

plastic is

scarring are

land,

we can help,

help it,

not one not two but all of us!

By Martha