Glasshouses Community Primary School
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Scar
The hills at Scar are guarding,
Guarding the trees secrets.
The trees know many secrets,
And nobody's ever been told.
The hills at Scar are a hiding place,
In them hides the dam,
The dark and mysterious dam,
Inside the hills of old.
The trees they started to argue,
Who would grow the tallest.
But the pine was already the tallest,
So they left that matter alone.
The birds they started to twitter,
One said I was saved by a girl,
But it's been many years so that girl
Is now a withered old crone.
These are the secret of wild,
And the fibbing of a little bird
Who wanted to impress the birds
Under the hills of old.
Olivia
Sharpley, age 10
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The Trees by the
Reservoir
The trees by the reservoir
Whistle in the wind
They tell each other secrets
And pass them along
Trees are a family
They huddle together
And if you listen really carefully
You will be able to become one
The
Reservoir
The reservoir speaks to the sand
He looks after it
He can give him food
The reservoir looks after me
He cleans the water
And provides it
The
Railway
The old railway is a snake
It weaves in and out of the road
The railway has got scales
The railway is a snake
Cerys, age 9
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The Sheep by the
Dam
Said the sheep by the dam to the trees
I am very likely to freeze
Cos the farmer sheared me
By a great big old tree
But was stung cos the tree was full of
bees.
Olivia
Sharpley, age 10
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On the bridge I saw a duck that was a
bore
Floating on the multicoloured shore
Trees blow like their show sighing gently
Sheep going round munching on grass
Gus, age
10
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On the Bridge I
Saw:
Lots of coloured leaves like the colours of the
rainbow
Waves like a scaly snake
Walls like a bumpy surface
Bracken like a warm cosy fire
Arches like a pair of eyes peering out
Towers like a big tall tree
Heights like a diving board
Chains like a long rope
Trees like a pine cone
Holes like a barrel of a gun
Water like a multicoloured light changing
colour
Old railway lines like a rugby goal
Winds like a hurricane
Jacob, age 9
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This Morning I
Saw:
Steps going nowhere
Broken down houses
Loos brick
Tips
Old chair legs
Bits of pot
And slate and
Sheep wandering around
Going nowhere
Jacob, age 9
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What Beautiful
Scenery
The hills are like giants lazing around
The rivers are like snakes weaving in and
out
The overfills on the bridge look like staring
eyes
The trees look like waving hands
The sky is like a great big murky pond
The hills look bruised and battered
The sheep look like freckles on the hills
The heather acting as bushy hair
The bracken acting as eyes, mouth and
nose
The seeing points like crowns
The walls like the scales on a snake
Milly
Furniss, age 9
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Colourful
View
Trees are mountains covering a vast area
dipping down here and there
The shiny blue water turns into a rough black
colour when the wind blows on it
The lovely view is a mystical land with a
lovely castle fit for a queen
A mixture of browns and greens makes the old
mirky quarry look in place
The hills are green and brown monsters bobbing
up and down
The arches are like eyes looking in the
distance
Mystical
Creatures
The reservoir is a dog wagging its tail
fierceley against the shore
The heather are lions manes sticking out once
more
The path is a dragons tongue curving in all
directions
The water is a giant blob bobbing up and
down
Mia, age
9
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My Special
Poem
The water is blue and murky
The weather is breezy and cold
The water is grey with spots of light
The weather is windy and refreshing
The water glints in the sun
The water ripples with happiness
The water waves with delight
The water is blue
The water is grey
The water is green
The water has dark patches
The water has different shapes
The water is full with happiness
The weather is windy with happiness
The hills go on for ever
The hills are like a giant sheep
sleeping,
With a velvet green blanket snoring all day
long
The birds are whistling like a man calling a
dog
A girl crying so much that she fills the
reservoir
The howling at night scaring everyone
away
The monsters scaring everyone away
Hannah, age
9
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The Reservoir
The water rushed through the woods
As quick as a rabbit whooshing through the
grass
The reservoir making v shaped waves
As the wind pushes it to the other side
Leaves rustle as the wind rushes through the
woods
The
Wind
The wind rushes through the woods rustling the
leaves
The sound of the water overlapping each
other
The Trees
The trees bending a creaking
The branches bending and snapping
The leaves turning into brown colours
Harry,
age 9
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Scar
The hills are bruised and battered like an old
man
The waterfall is roaring like a tiger in
pain
Through the wall is the path to the magic
forest castle
Wind is whipping like a cane on your
cheeks
The trees are waving at you like giant green
fairies
Dark water is bellowing and rippling beneath
you
Faye, age
9
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The Hills
Dead people live on the hill trying to get out
of the wind
? and plain on the dark hills complete
wilderness on the bright side
In the middle is calmness whilst the hills
defend the wind for us
Leaves colouring the hills in madness
Faye, age
9
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