From Our Students...

The grade 4 teachers are delighted to share with you some of the poetry that our students have been writing with us during remote learning.

Emotive poem

Fuming – By Elliot 4B

The darkest of all colours, you look back and life is too short.

It feels like you are trapped in one sad dark time loop.

It smells of aging because everyone will once go to sleep and never wake up.

It feels like the most heartbreaking emotion stuck in your soul for a lifetime.

It tastes depressing because nothing goes how you want it in life.

It feels like there is no way to escape.

Colour poem

Red – by Jess S 4B

Red looks like a blood thirsty, savage, fire-breathing dragon.

Red sounds like the screeching of car tyres.

Red smells like scorching hot curry.

Red feels like searing hot fire burning your skin.

Red tastes like a packet of flaming hot Cheetos.

Red feels like irritation.

Free verse poem

Rollercoaster – by Nick 4K

The wind howling in my ears. People shrieking and laughing. It feels like I’m going up and up but never coming down. All of a sudden, I see my life flash before my eyes as I tumble down the tracks.

Diamante poem

Axolotl – by Toby 4K

Axolotl

Slimy, cute

Swimming, eating, smiling

Curious little critters, lots of looking after

Feeding, caring, playing

Friendly, helpful

owner

Free verse

The Volcanic Eruption – by Oliver 4K

Boom, crash

It’s all happening in a flash

Should I run?

Should I stay?

Will the even let me stay?

Lava’s splashing everywhere

It hits me hard.

My family is gone

I’m all alone now so I am done.

I walk up and up to the very top

I get ready to jump.

I shall now turn into a clump.

Bye Earth

I have nothing to say

And now I will go away.

Free prose

Volcano - by Angus 4L

Seeing, melting, erupting, it almost never ends.

It’s deadly and monstrous, but nevertheless amazing.

This molten monstrosity of magma is devastating.

Worse and worse it gets, spreading far and wide.

But at the end, nearly all of us survived

Diamante poem

Sun – by Aryahi 4L

Sunshine

beautiful, bright

laughing, running, playing

shining, lovely, setting quietly

sleeping, snoring, dreaming

silent delight

Sunset

Limerick poem

Cold chicken sausage – by Aidan 4L

There once was a cold chicken sausage

And he slept on top of that old cottage.

He covered himself in ketchup,

to go to the dress up.

Oh that cold chicken sausage