October 6th 2022
Year 3 have been celebrating National Poetry Day, focusing on a simple style of a poem called Cinquains.
They went outside on a gorgeous morning and had a lovely time using their surroundings and senses to plan and compose some beautiful poems. Here are two that really capture the feeling of Autumn:
Autumn
Cold, windy
Harvesting, picking, falling
Happy, warm and playful
Halloween
Autumn
Fun, windy
Crunching, falling, carving
Cosy, joyful and playful
October
They loved the lesson!
Year 6 have written some really lovely poems that capture the magical moments of October:
A beautiful sun rises
A glowing sun,
Birds whistling
In the morning breeze
The shivering shine of the grass.
By Herbie
Diamonds strewn by the sun onto the grass
Dawn dust lit, dancing in happiness.
Green, orange, beige leaves
Fall
From treetops
By Henry
Golden sunlight spilling
Through trees
Cool gentle breeze floating.
Tree tops waving in the wind
Pearl white
Clouds stare
Grass tops still wet from sparkling dew
High pitched tweeting
Conkers falling.
By Millie
Golden leaves upon the green grass
Orange to red, red to yellow
Birds singing from west to east
Faded trees
‘Save them O Save them please.’
The bright sky among falling leaves
The seeds are falling too
As the wind howls
‘Autumn is here I say!’
An autumn sun upon golden trees
‘Autumn is here! Autumn is here!’
By Amber
In the morning, frost on the grass
Mist in the sky
Frozen sap
Ponies with mist on their feet.
A gold glistens from the sun rise
Cobwebs freezing
Songs of the birds singing.
By Olivia
Listen to the sound of the wind rustling
Hear the trees sway
Look at the plastic ballerina houses standing
With golden blue prickly thorns
And never-ending white clouds
In the blue sky,
Red berries on the floor.
By Digby
As summer draws in her graceful song,
Autumn prepares his walk along the land.
At his touch and at his word
Gold and brown leaves fall
To join his train.
Purest sunlight
Filters through clouds,
Like fire or golden liquid.
By Nellie
Golden leaves swaying
Green leaves dying
Daddy warriors flying
Clouds crying
Ancient houses bleeding
Leaves crunching their last sound.
By George
