Garden Poetry

Some of our year 5 students have been busy in the garden this term and also busy in the classroom writing some poetry pieces. They have linked poetry and garden together to come up with a beutiful collection of poems. This is a little snapshot of their great work:

Garden Poetry🧋🪴by Alannah D

A cone that looks like a hat,

Is sitting next to a lonely bench.

A bit of fake grass shaped as a mat, 

Can only smell the compost stench.

In the air a misty breeze,

Glides past a red book shelf, sitting at 90 degrees.

Busy bees, buzzing bye, 

White seagulls fly high in the sky.

The trees are dancing waving hello, 

While ants march down in the ground below. 

You can feel the super, sunny day,

Children laugh and children play.

Bees and bugs fly around,

While beetles waddle on the ground. 

The plants are a nice vibrant green,

While the sky is a bright blue scene.

The watering cans are green and red,

The sun is getting ready for bed.

Chicken poo wafts through the air.

Soon I realised the garden is in need of repair. 

Garden Poem by Tessa B S16

Autumn leaves on the ground,

Many types to be found. 

 Red, yellow, brown and green,

Lots of colours to be seen.

 Throw some leaves in the air,

Pat them down on your hair.

 Kick the leaves way up high,

Til they reach  the big, blue sky.

In nature’s calming peaceful arms,

I watch the leaves fall from my palms.

In the garden, pull the weeds, 

 Dig a hole and plant some seeds.

Cover them up, water them too,

Watch them grow in front of you.

 To make sure they sprout, gets lots of sun,

 Grow a plant, is tons of fun.

Tomatoes and carrot, cabbage and peas, 

Helps us and the animals like bees.

For my snack and in my lunch,

Veggies sticks are great to munch.

My Poem for the Garden by Isaak S16

As I walk into the walk into the garden, my senses are filled,

The breeze sways past, my skin is chilled,

The aroma of flowers and the smell of dirt,

They overpower, the birds go chirp.

The soft grass cushions my feet,

As I see the potatoes, I just want to eat.

The sun burns hot warming me up,

The flowers look amazing, if you get close-up.

The chickens cluck, the trees sway, 

Kids come and go throughout the day.

The old wood shed whispers its secrets,

One dirt patch sits there alone, seedless.

I get a waft of compost, it smells disgusting,

The leaves in the trees are quietly rustling.

So there’s my Poem, written for you, 

I hope you can see the garden magic too.