Jagged rocks

Sheep in flocks

The dam so long

The brids sing their song

The grass of purples, greens and browns

Lots of different peculiar sounds

Clouds that look like familiar faces

Walkers taking slow paces

Trees reaching to the skies

Annoying midges, annoying flies

Calm seas

Buzzy bees

Distant figure, getting bigger

Lush green grass

Sheep eating as we pass

Hills so steep

In a heap

A different way of looking at things

Narrow bends, that are tight

Shining light

Sun so bright

Blocked from my modern world

As people around me whirled

How I love being near a moor and what a view I saw.

 

 

 

The clouds are like a cotton blanket over the blue skies

The reservoirs are changing dark to light

The walls towering up high

This is what I saw

 

The sheep on the hill like a king on his throne

The path all rubble and stone

The grass green as emeralds

And a plane shooting by

This is what I saw

 

The hills reaching up to the sky

An old tin barn rusting a deep golden brown

The trees like pine cones standing up high

Fields in all different shades of green

This is what I saw

 

Also a brown shed

Water trickling by

Dam as vast as ever

And ducks waddle by

This is what I saw

 

The wind rushes by

The sound of a waterfall

A quiet area to read

 

 

 

The bridge never stops

Choppy and calm water

Sheep free to roam

Mallards float all day

Water dark and bright

Muddy bank of the river

Lots of trees of pine

Sky, blue and grey

Looks of a castle

Clouds blanketed over you

Birds tweet all day

 

 

 

Weird shapes in the hills

Blocked from the modern world

Pineconed trees waiting for the wind

A bridge that will never end

The noise of the waterfall

Nearly touching the sky

Sheep look like white dots moving around the field

When you walk up it looks like a wall

Rocky paths

Green world

It gives me a tear to my eye

Ducks that will never stop quacking

What a beautiful view

 

 

 

Here on the dam

There are sheep, lambs,

And rams.

Clear blue skies

With planes passing by.

Jagged rocks,

Birds in big flocks.

Water passing through the bridge

Which avoids a big spillage.

 

Oh... there's lots to see at Scar Dam.

 

 

 

Bridge going on forever

Water zig zags mindlessly

Ducks float carefree

 

Pine trees pointy as needles

Sheep as woolly as can be

Hills rolling endlessly

 

Scar bridge old but still going

So is the river but still flowing

People are walking and knowing that scar bridge is beautiful

 

 

As I walked down the dam

It was old and dirty

There were different colours on the water

At first it was dark and dull

But it changed to light and bright

When I walked it was smelly

I felt scared of heights

There was not much to see

Except the beautiful sights

When I walked further down

There was not much to smell

Other than the fantastic air

I know I will remember

Walking down the dam

Cos to me its like

A never ending road

 

 

 

Tall trees that sway in the wind

With the calm by its side

As the calm water goes in and out the water changes colour

With the mountains by its side

You can see colour on the mountains making animals

 

As the sheep and lambs graze on the hills you can hear them talking to one another

When the ducks go by you can hear them quack a tune

Walls made of brick and stone

 

Grass that hides holes for moles

As the insects fly by you can hear their wings flap up and down as they take off.

 

 

Walking down the bridge

Feels as if it never ends

Don't know where to go

Don't know where to hide

As the waters breeze flows through my mind

Walking with my friends

Walking with my teacher

Looking at the water with its fresh new feature

Cold and breezy

Sounds so easy

No it is not

When the noise gets you caught

 

 

I can see the zig zag shapes moving across the water

And you can feel the breeze in your face as you move across the dam

The bricks are old and slimy as you touch them with your hand

The quiet noise gets louder as you stop walking

The bridge gets narrower as you get further away

You can see the reflection of your face as you look down into the blue water

But be careful because if you fall down you may die

 

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The water under the dam is cold and blue

But don't jump in

Or that's the end of you

 

 

 

Green, blue, grey, brown

The reservoir is flowing down

Underneath the bridge

 

On and on and on and on

The bridge goes forever on

 

Soney, bumpy, ruined old

The castles tale has not been told

Underneath the bridge

 

On and on and on and on

The bridge goes forever on

 

Lost, unknown, invisible, wet

The reservoirs pebbles are not found yet

Underneath the bridge

 

On and on and on and on

The bridge goes forever on

 

 

 

Summer:

I can hear the sound of the birds tweeting

The smell of clean fresh air

I can see the dam glittering in the sunlight

 

I can hear the almost silent fall of leaves

I can smell the smell of apple pie that mother is baking

I can see the dam even though it is covered with leaves

 

I can hear the sound of the harsh winds

I can smell, well I can smell nothing. There is nothing to smell!

I can see the white snow dam,

A path of joy

 

I can hear the mah of new born lambs

I can smell the sweet smelling flowers

I can see the dam as beautiful as ever