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Spring Poems by Class S – Year 1 and 2 Spring Spring comes With people chatting. Spring comes With children playing. Spring comes With the lambs jumping. Spring comes With green grass growing. Spring comes with the sun shining. Spring comes with flowers dancing. Spring is back. Spring Spring comes With little birds singing. Spring comes With woolly sheep kicking. Spring comes With daffodils dancing. Spring comes With birds eggs cracking. Spring comes With Easter eggs melting. Spring is coming. Spring Spring comes With birds hatching. Spring comes With daffodils shooting. Spring comes With baby lambs jumping. Spring comes With small birds twittering. Spring comes With butterflies flying. Spring comes With Easter eggs eating.

Spring Spring comes With daffodils singing. Spring comes With the trees waving. Spring comes With mowers cutting. Spring comes With green leaves popping. Spring comes With lambs jumping. Spring comes With animals growing. Spring comes With Easter eggs cracking. Spring comes With lots of goodness.

The Hat Man
Class N Year 3 and 4 My Poem

My poem is purple, blue and violet. My poem is fantastic and lovely and spectacular. My poem is haunted and ghostly and bloody. But my poem is also sweaty, funny and silly. My poem does not want to be a teacher. My poem will not grow up. No, No, No, my poem will not die. In fact my poem refuses to eat. My poem hides under a rubbish bin like a hideous spider. My poem sparkles over the sun like a beating drum. My poem laughs like a happy teacher in the swimming pool. My poem is like a well read adventure flat book. My poems like a tickerly wigerly furry feather.. My poem is like a cheeky brown monkey. My poem is like a long slinky slimy snake. Year 4 pupil My poem is red, pink and violet. My poem is cool and stylish and weird. My poem is blood and scary and revolting. My poem will not go out with a boy. No, No, No, my poem will not go to bed. My poem refuses to cry. My poem cries like a baby. My poem is like a crispy piece of toast. My poem is a feather. My poem is like a multi-coloured centipede. Year 3 pupil

My poem is red, blue and yellow. My poem is amazing, big and stylish. My poem is spooky and deadly and scary. But my poem is also funny tickil. My poem does not want suer . My poem will not make me tired. NO, NO, NO, my poem will never have any breakfast. In fact my poem refuses to be sensible. My poem drives to school. My poem shimmers on the windowpanes. My poem seems like my mum. My poem is like PS2. My poem is like a wristband. My poem is like the rushing sea. My poem is like a dangerous shark. Year 3 My poem is pink and red and blue. My poem is big and amazing and enormous. My poem is haunted and blood thirsty and deadly. But my poem is also funny and stoped and tickly. My poem does not want to swear. My poem will not go to school. NO, NO, NO, my poem will never be written. In fact my poem refuses to be a fat poem book. My poem runs like a beetle. My poem shines like the galaxy. My poem screams round town like a mad person. My poem is like a TV. My poem is like the ocean star. My poem is like the Grand Canyon. My poem is like a sharp beaked hawk. My poem is like the best PS2 games in the world. Year 4

Class S Year 1 and 2
The Hat Man came to help KS1 write poetry. He brought some poetry books in he had written which we could buy. First Mr. Burns read us some of his riddles then we played some games with our hands. After that we drew around our hands and drew different faces on each finger. We then wrote some sentences about our hands. We read our poems in front of a tape recorder and it was funny. When we went back to the classroom, we wrote some more lines to complete our poems. It was a fun day.

My Hands My hands are little and smooth. My hands are special and clean. My hands can touch things. My hands can touch rainbows. My hands never touch a sword. My hands need energy. My hands are clever and soft. My hands are hairy and pink. My hands can wave goodbye. My hands can turn into wings. My hands never punch and fight. My hands need to play and to be washed. My hands are good and smooth. My hands are brilliant and clean. My hands can do a Chinese dance. My hands never punch people. My hands need care and goodness. My hands are strong and clever. My hands are pink and clean. My hands can push and pull. My hands can turn into gold. My hands never stop playing on the Playstation 2. My hands need more muscles.

Class L Reception My Hands
My hands are hot and flat My hands can touch My hands touch a cloud My hands never punch.

My hands are hot and cold My hands can open My hands can touch the sky My hands never hit

Class B Year 5 and 6 My Imagination
My imagination is magic and wild My imagination is full of dogs that I play with It also contains little puppies being born They go Woof! Woof! My imagination holds the cold white snow Like cold ice My imagination swings between the trees like a monkey. My imagination glitters like a golden medallion My imagination is full of beautiful horses Running wild in the fields. My imagination is like a butterfly Fluttering in the wild meadows. Year 6 pupil My imagination is full of dreams and scientific surprises My imagination is hallucinating, miraculous and terrifying My imagination is full of football with great goals that shine with glory. My imagination also contains stacks of shining heavy blocks of gold locked in an enormous safe. My imagination holds the white ball in the cream centre spot on the way to victory My imagination swims through my mind over the goalkeeper and shoots in the net like a curling free kick. My imagination flashes when I shoot a ball in the back of the net. My imagination screams into the net’s top corner. My imagination is like gold in a safe. My imagination is like a jaguar pouncing for his prey. My imagination is being happy with my life. What’s yours? Year 5 pupil

Poems by Class B Year 5 and 6 This is Just to Say
I have promised to be good on Wednesday and learn all about the Duxford Museum If I forget some of the history please forgivc me Year 5 pupil

I have broken your designer doll Which you got for your birthday You were probably saving to show your friends I have no toys forgive me I just wanted to look at it Year 6 pupil


								
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