The Oak Tree – a collective poem

As soft as cold silk, the ivy clings

an oak leaf as soft as velvet

bark as hard as human bone

wrinkled like an old person’s skin

or an elephant’s leg.

Moss grows up like grass,

the boughs lean down

like a person stooping for an apple.

Brittle branches snap

like old grasses,

rocks on the ground

hard like nails

cold as ice

cold as shade

rough as sandpaper,

sharp edges like splinters

shiny as marbles

or a jewel.

Light shines through the leaves

like a chess board

or camouflage,

a pattern of shapes.

Acorn cups are hats for a Borrower,

or a field mouse

a pan for a pixie

to batch cook a rosebud Bolognese.

By Sean:

Rain

makes me sad and angry

it makes me not happy

when it rains

I feel stuck

inside the house

it stops play

in the garden

I’m happy in my room

when it pours down

Dandelion

The dandelion

is not a weed

it is a seed

and grows into a flower

that is yellow

it grows amongst the trees

and grows tall

The mighty oak tree

The mighty oak tree

is big and wide

that lives in a forest

and could be cut down

it was leaning over

it looked an old man

picking up an apple

Rock 

The rock, smooth and warmed by the sun

with jagged edges

quarried

By Tim

Rain

I like the rain

sometimes.

Other times I don’t

because it makes things

very wet

it makes the ground smell nice

the reason why

we have very hot weather

is because of climate change

The dandelion

The dandelion is not a weed

but

it does not need to feed

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The painted lady butterfly

flying high in the sky.

Birds around the feeder chatter, matter.

 

By Steph

Rain

Rain is wet and cold but sometimes warm

I don’t like it making me stay inside and small.

The starling

The starling with its glossy wing

was having a loud sing

Clouds 

Clouds look like fluffy pillows

they come in all shapes and sizes

they are sometimes white and sometimes grey

depending on the weather

you can sometimes make a picture in the clouds

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The painted lady butterfly was a little shy

but managed to fly high

Birds around the feeder chatter, getting fatter

having a natter about the mad hatter

By Michael

The oak

The tall and mighty tree, the oak

was disturbed and suddenly awoke

Dandelion

The dandelion, a yellow flower, not a real lion,

scared of bees, its changes shape to hide

and floats away

By Becca

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The dandelion is not a weed

its yellow flower like a sun

bees eagerly feed

shining up on everyone

The tall and mighty tree, the oak

swaying like a drunken bloke

The starling with its glossy wing

was carrying a shiny ring

I thought this was a magpie thing?

The painted lady butterfly

Oh how she did try

to soar so high

up in the sky

to wave goodbye

Birds around the feeder chatter

the weather is no matter

it won’t stop the natter

the rain can patter

but on they chatter

The logpile full of insect small

having a ball

looks like a brawl

in a mall

fighting over the discount shawl.

What gall!

The teasel tall and spiky to feel

touch too hard and you will squeal!

It is far from ideal.

The rock smooth and warmed by the sun

like a hot cross bun

over done.

By Dan

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Rain makes us wet and helps the flowers grow

I miss the rain when it is gone for a long time

in the summer

In Cumbria we see lots of rain

Which fills all of our lakes

I like it when it rains so hard

it bounces off the pavements

I like walking in forests

when it’s raining

it sounds calming.

The dandelion I not a weed

it is a flower which comes from a seed

it is something which the

bees need

The tall and mighty tree, the oak

grows slowly after a good soak

in the wind gives off a mild croak

The starling with its glossy wing

finds its friends as it likes to sing

The painted lady butterfly

dreams of taking to the sky

Birds around the feeder chatter

from perch to perch they make a clatter

The rock smooth and warmed by the sun

wants to find shade, but cannot run

Read part 1 of this blog here