Year 6 Poems
WHO AM I?
A little book of knowledge waiting to learn more and more,
A forever playing tiny, black cassette tape.
A baby lion looking up to her sisters,
A black and brown chimpanzee hyper 24/7.
A fountain pen having new ink cartridges put in second after second,
A bossy boot telling her twin what to do.
I am Molly Danks
By Molly Danks
A little book of knowledge waiting to learn more and more,
A forever playing tiny, black cassette tape.
A baby lion looking up to her sisters,
A black and brown chimpanzee hyper 24/7.
A fountain pen having new ink cartridges put in second after second,
A bossy boot telling her twin what to do.
I am Molly Danks
By Molly Danks
WHO AM I?
A tall tree, who cleans my room,
The dolphin who communicates with me.
A aeroplane who takes me away on holiday after my birthday.
The supermarket that gets me something when I need it.
The kettle who asks me to make a cup of tea when she is stressed.
The swimming pool who takes me to Bowden hall for swimming.
A talking that tells me to do something when my brother don?t do it.
I am Bethany's mum?.!
By Bethany Boaden
A tall tree, who cleans my room,
The dolphin who communicates with me.
A aeroplane who takes me away on holiday after my birthday.
The supermarket that gets me something when I need it.
The kettle who asks me to make a cup of tea when she is stressed.
The swimming pool who takes me to Bowden hall for swimming.
A talking that tells me to do something when my brother don?t do it.
I am Bethany's mum?.!
By Bethany Boaden
WHO AM I?
A delightful, tall leaf that moves in the
Wind, gracefully and softly.
A dolphin communicating, without saying
Anything, to all his friends.
A blue biro pen, looking at a biography.
A shouting bird, singing gracefully and peacefully.
A generous knowledgeable oak tree, swirling
In the wind carefully.
A soft mattress and carefully brainy computer sitting in the same room.
I am Martin Kent's Great Grand-dad.
By Martin Kent
A delightful, tall leaf that moves in the
Wind, gracefully and softly.
A dolphin communicating, without saying
Anything, to all his friends.
A blue biro pen, looking at a biography.
A shouting bird, singing gracefully and peacefully.
A generous knowledgeable oak tree, swirling
In the wind carefully.
A soft mattress and carefully brainy computer sitting in the same room.
I am Martin Kent's Great Grand-dad.
By Martin Kent
WHO AM I?
A tiny controller, playing happily, all day.
An angry mob, trying to kill everything in its way.
A great fun console, running all day, non-stop.
A weak, soft rabbit digging holes.
A breakfast cereal, eaten to the end of the bowl.
A war fan, being defeated by a stronger man.
I am Chris warry's brother.
By Chris Warry
A tiny controller, playing happily, all day.
An angry mob, trying to kill everything in its way.
A great fun console, running all day, non-stop.
A weak, soft rabbit digging holes.
A breakfast cereal, eaten to the end of the bowl.
A war fan, being defeated by a stronger man.
I am Chris warry's brother.
By Chris Warry