Rhythm & Rhyme

PoemsBy 2A4

Rebecca Kerr• The Eighth Decay• Air of ice, and silence broken,• Upon November’s air was spoken,• “Autumn, where did you go?• Are you buried beneath the snow?”• • Through the wood I drearily

wandered,• And when I stopped, I wearily

wondered,• “Where are the auburn leaves?• That once flowed from the trees?”• • And yet, echoes of the past

remained,

• Although, of course, through memory strained,

• Now, adjourned with death and rot,• The eighth land which I had near

forgot.• • And those are the shoes we are

never to grow out of,• The ones which will weigh us down.• And from our mouths, we preach

only true love,• But, if trees could weep and roses

frown…

Emily Gough• My dog Bailey• As I wake up from my alarm• I stop and see something that looks like a rug • I wait a minute and see if it could do any harm • And then I realise it’s just my dug• • I get up and wash my face and leave Bailey in her place • I take about five minutes in fact• When I get back I find Bailey in my space • And I think to myself why the heck did she do that? • • After we get down stairs I get ready to take her out for a walk• She yawns, stretches and plods along • She looks at me and jumps and then I say do you want me to throw a rock? • I put on her jacket and lead and say right Bailey come on! • • When we get our walk I dry her off• After that I put out her food but it smells so bad it makes me want to gag• And sometime she does this funny backwards cough• Lamb, chicken or beef who knows what’s in that bag?• • Sometimes Bailey makes me laugh• But I really hate giving her a bath• Don’t get me started on her farts • They could make the red sea part• • By Emily Gough

Rachel Boyce• My Dog by Rachel Boyce• I see a tail wagging and hear some barking• I see those big floppy ears• As the sky is darkening• And the moonlight appears• • As we walk and we play• I feed her at dinner time• We could do this all day• I hear her collar chime• • I play with her all day long• I love to take her on walks• But she is so strong • Then I go home and talk• • I hate the squeaky toys• Those muddy paw prints in the house• She growls at the boys• I wish she was as quiet as a mouse • I feel safe when she is here• • She makes me feel happy• She is always near• But when the postman appears she is yappy• •

Andrew Heron• My room • My room is very small• I have toy piled up against the wall• I have a little swing• Where I like to do my own thing • I like to relax on my bed • With music flowing through my

head• But when the heating is on • I’m sweating to my haun

• In my room I play my game• But sometimes it get pretty lame• When my family comes round• We spend a little pound • In my room I feel relaxed and

warm• Until my family comes in like a

swarm• I like the peace and quiet • But when my family comes in it

sounds like a riot

Gail Proctor• My Garden• As I sit in the summer breeze ,

And see the trees sway side to side I sit there and look at the buzzing bees, Then suddenly I am full of pride.

• I look around for something to draw, Hopefully I can look at the scenery for inspiration. Then all of a sudden all I saw , Was a famous painting which took a lot of concentration.

• I hate it when the wind blows things away ,

I think about what I should do , Why can’t all the things just stay , So I think it all through .

• During the summer I admire the scenery: The flowers blooming and the bright sunshine And the sun shining on the greenery; I like to think of the garden as just mine.

Craig BiasMy Dog Jack

• My dog has black and curly hair.• With a white patch on his chest.• When he stands up he looks like a bear• My dogs’ ears are the best.

• I like to take him out for walks.• And also have to feed him.• I’m teaching him how to talk.• When we got him we called him Tim

• When winter comes we play in the snow.• I like it when we play.• We have so much fun we don’t want the

snow to go!• I play with him everyday!

• I hate it when he pulls the lead.• I hate it when he barks.• I hate it when he plays deid. I hate the muddy marks.

Zoe Moir• A rainy day

• Rain smashing down the garden wall • While the kids outside splash about• You can sometimes hear the birds call • But I would never go out • • Staying in bed with lots of food • Rainy days are family days for me • Cosy days are always good• And having pizza for our tea• • Rain, always leaves mud behind• And from time to time it gets boring• But staying indoors lets me clear my mind • And always ends in me snoring • • Bored…as the day goes on• Not moving out of bed all day • Listening to repeated songs • Wishing it was a sunny day in May…

Zoe Darroch• My Cat

My cat is soft and fluffy • Hopefully not covered in fleas!• My cat is a bit chubby• And his favourite food is cheese.• • He stays inside all of the time • So uses a litter tray• He also really loves to climb• And anything to do with play.• • I choose his name: Socks.• I enjoy listening to him purr• He likes hiding in a box• And when I pat his fur.

• I dislike it when he makes people sneeze• Which he always seems to do.• I hate his smelly litter tray,• Oh I wish he could use the loo!• • I am pleased we got him, • He makes me feel glad.• Socks may be a little dim• But at least he is never sad.

Libbi Lonsdale• My Dogs

• As my dogs long tongues hang• I get them water before they die, • When the gate lock bangs• Their huge soft paws go running by. • • Their nose is wet and scrubby• Their ears hang rather low,• They always bring back the stick back• No matter how far you throw.• • They like to play• But hate getting wet,• In the morning they lay• Looking forward to the next walk, I bet.

• I love my dogs with all my heart• I think they love me too,• They make me feel so happy to start• My day when I feel blue!•

Amy Coutts• Rainy Days• Wind blows wild, rain clouds pass• Outside I see the swaying grass• My wellies are covered in nothing

but mud• It’s so cold not one flower has a

bud• The raindrops fall hard and fast• Off the ground the droplets crash• If I go outside I’ll need a hood• The darkness puts me in a bad

mood• Watching movies is good for a day• Though it’d be boring if it was

always that way

• I stay inside to keep warm and dry• I look out the window as the rain

drops fly • I hate going outside when it pours• Jackets dripping water all over the

floors• Being soaking wet makes me

freeze• Especially when there’s a really

cold breeze• A sunny day would be the best• It could beat all the rainy rest• I wish it would return to summer• The rain is really quite a bummer

Emily Thomson• My Dog• My dog’s fur is very fluffy• My dog’s eyes are big and brown• My dog’s ears are very floppy• and I never see her frown• • She likes to play with all her toys• and go out for lots of walking• She’ll sometimes make a lot of noise• and all I hear is her talking• • She gives me lots of hugs• and I think it’s very sweet• They’re better than any hugs from pugs

• and I make sure to give her lots of treats

• Although she can stink• and be really smelly• She won’t stop to think• and still jumps on me while I’m

watching telly•

She makes me feel loved and happy• I really am lucky• Even though she can be sassy• She is very plucky.

Blair Marshall• THE GARDEN• The washing whirls in the wind• And the leaves blow off the trees• The birds fly as they please• The wind chimes chime in the gentle

breeze• • Sometimes I sit and wonder• About how the stars make a picture• Sometimes I hear a quiet rumble of

thunder

• The garden is a place I love to go• It is peaceful when the breezes blow• It is so beautiful when the snow falls• It forms a little piece of heaven

• • In the garden I feel happy• My garden is now my favourite place• This is when I feel the best• Most of the time I am at rest

Lewis MacGregor

• My Garden

• I see my dogs running around• They must be happy to be out• Especially now that I’m about• I’m happy I don’t need to shout• • I like to work and play• When the weather is nice• I sometimes play with clay• And sometimes have some ice• •

• I like to sit and see• All the cars go by• I like it when it’s just me• • It smells of mud and leaves• I walk in some puddles• When the water is to my knees• After I hope I get a cuddle• • I like it when I can relax• After a long hard day• And eat some snacks• And then I will go and play

Adam Watson• School.•  • The day begins with frosted flakes.• With breakfast, spoons and clothes.• As slowly, all the folks awake• For the place that knowledge grows.•  • It’s cold out in this dreary place.• Some may wish to be off.• They prey to be upon the sand,• Yet parents merely scoff.•  • As the bell rings when the clock hits

nine.• The people flee to registration.• Some kids here may feel just fine,• Others feel degradation.

 • The nostalgic smells I sniff in here,• Like pencil lead and chalk.• Sometimes, that smell fills me with

cheer,• But now, the halls I walk.•  • Eventually though, the day must end.• That thought disheartens me.• Another day, this world shall send.• It may be good. We’ll see.

Eve WilsonOne Snowy Day.• On a cold winters night.• The light white snow falls• And as the snow falls the Robin calls • As we drink our hot chocolate we begin

to feel dozy• We soon fall asleep in our jumpers so

cosy

• When the cold morning comes• The birds start to Hum• And my boots against the crunching

snow • Make them go

• As the snow turns to slush • My voice is drawn to a sudden hush• All the snowmen start to melt • And the snow now looks like a blanket

of felt • The coldness and the snow has gone• And now the rain is back on.

Leah Ross• Summer Day

• The sun is shining in the sky• The birds are singing way up high• Children playing in the street• No socks or shoes upon their feet• • Summer time is finally here• The longer days are drawing near• Lighter nights mean much more

fun• Life is better in the sun

• Sitting in my chair• Winds blowing in my hair• Sun cream in my eye• Not a cloud in the sky• • But wait a minute, what is that?• A drop runs off my new sun hat• Don’t want to move: oh what a

pain!• Here it comes, the blooming rain.

Thomas McCourt• My Cat

• My cat is small and skinny.• He is so very funny.• My cat loves to sit and call.• He’s like a bunny.• • He is occasionally boring.• I love him to bits and bits.• He’s usually snoring.• All he does is sit and sit.• • My cat used to always play.• Kassy’s very lazy.• Now all he wants to do is sit and lay.• I think he’s gone crazy.

• He is the funniest thing I know.• I love to see Kassy.• I’d hate it to see him go.• He’s pretty sassy.• • I feel he’s aging.• His favourite food has to be butter.• He’s slowly not engaging. • When you see him you’d think he’s a

nutter`.

Reece McAneny• Night Time In The City• The night is covering the hills one at a time,• Until there is no light that fills the sky,• The sound of Owls echoes in the air,• People wearing hoods like cowls roam the street,• The raindrops fall from the sky,• I sleep as I listen to the drips on my window.• • Sunny Day In The Garden

– It is a sunny day,• The garden is filled with joy,• The bunny is hopping around,• Children are thrilled with happiness,• THE BIRDS FLY HIGH IN THE SKY,• Dogs bark loudly,• A Sky filled with clouds,• And the park is filled with sounds of rejoicing.•

• The Room At Night

A room filled with shadows,• The sound of crows ringing in the air,• A sense of fear in the room, • No presence of cheer,• As the sleep begins to draw nigh,• As they pry into the minds of the one resting begin to wake.

Lisa Milroy• Charlie• In the mornings, he barks like mad • He is playful and never usually bad• He is cute, small, black and white• He is quite nosey and very bright• • I usually take him out to play• I tell him to bark, sit and stay• When we’re out, I throw his ball• He comes back to me when I call• • He sniffs about at every tree• When I run, he chases me

• He doesn’t stop wagging his tail• In sun, in rain or even in hail• • I hate it when he jumps in puddles• Then comes to me for cuddles• He barks and barks all through the

night• And there’s not even a postie in sight• • I love him with all my heart and soul• To be his best friend is my only goal• So little Charlie is my best ever friend• He will be with me till the end

Luke McPherson• My Bedroom • While I am watching TV• My brother is annoying me• Finally he gets out• What is he all about?• • When I am going to sleep• I don’t want to hear a peep• I am dreaming of going to Spain• But I am just a teenage wean• • I am now lying in bed• I now get up to get fed• I have some breakfast • That has now past

Ian Gilliland• The Garden• In my garden I can see• Muddy puddles up to my knee• I hear the birds sing in the trees • As the washing line spins in the

breeze• • I like to relax play and shout• I love it when the birds come out• But sadly they all have to go when

it starts to snow• • I hate it when it rains

• Cause all the mud comes out• It splashes in the lanes• And makes me scream and shout• • Sometimes I hear the birdies

tweet• Sometimes it is annoying

Sometimes IT IS SWEET• SOMETIMES I PLAY WITH A BALL

AT MY FEET • SOMETIMES I WIN, SOMETIMES I

ADMIT DEFEAT

Luke Russell• Max• My dog’s name is Max,

and he loves to relax. He loves lying down and running around the town.

• • I give him lots of treats,

and walk him around the streets. I love giving him pets, and he hates going to the vets.

• • Although he’s very loyal,

we treat him like he’s royal.

He likes getting cuddles, and jumping in big puddles.

• • He lays in awkward places,

sometimes makes funny faces. He’s scared of big balloons, and hides in the bathroom.

• • He makes me very happy,

His reactions are very snappy. He's very cute for sure, He makes me feel secure.

Hollye Haggerty• My Garden

• I love it when the rabbits come,• They look like they’re having loads of fun,• Hopping, jumping, bouncing around,• It seems like they never touch the ground.• • When I am bored I go for a wander,• Sitting by the summerhouse with no distractions I ponder.• What flowers and plants will look their best,• What little birds will cheep from their nest.• • In bad weather the leaves from the trees fall,• Leaving an empty space, abandoned tools and an old football.• The smell of dampness fills the cold winter air,• The whole garden suddenly looks very bare.• • Then summer comes, the new bulbs have all grown• The grass is thick and green, waiting to be mown.• I love it best when the sun comes out the play,• And I can look at the pretty flowers in their natural display.

Jack Clow• On a Nice Summer’s Day

• The grass is green,• Everyone is out to play,• Not a raindrop to be seen,• On a nice summer’s day.• • The sun is out and shining,• Only get this in May,• Old and young laughing and

smiling,• On a nice summer’s day.•

• Twisting and turning through the meadow,

• It is that delightful I don’t know what to say,

• Bright blue and beautiful minnow,

• On a nice summer’s day.• • A good day for a campfire,• A lovely place to stay,• A nice wee sing-song, • On a nice summer’s day.

Mr Burns• In My Garden

• My garden smells of mud and leaves• I have to wear my wellies• The kids go splashing as they please• Get wet up to their bellies.• • I love to sit and sip and read• I hate to hing oot washin’• I sometimes watch a squirrel feed• And hear the magpies clashing.• • When spring arrives the birds return• To cheer us with their song

• In summer I can easily burn• When sunbathing too long.• • But, when the garden’s full of weans• Up trees, on trampolines• They make a noise like rushing trains• To mar my peace serene.• • Yet, mostly am I at my ease• When I have time to spare• I doze off in the gentle breeze• And dream without a care.