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Another poem from 'When I Grow Up' by Benjamin Zephaniah, with photographs by Prodeepta Das. This one is about Sir David Ajaye, the architect who designed the Whitechapel Idea Store.     The poem is from 'When I grow Up' by Benjamin Zephaniah, with photography by Prodeepta Das. Year 3 are studying Anthony Browne's 'Into the Forest' in their Literacy lessons.  This poem is by the poet Helen Dunmore. She was a talented writer who wrote for both adults and children. We have some of her books in the library, including poetry, fiction and picture books.
If you are inspired to write your own colour poem, please send it to Sue, for the Poetry blog! It Could Be You The soon-to-be-saviour of your generation? You, my friend, and your education. The person to rescue each struggling nation? You, my friend, and your education. The champion of change and new innovation? You, my friend, and your education. Who lights up the sky with joy and elation? You, my friend, and your education. By Matt Goodfellow This poem was recommended by Class 8,
and is from 'Be the Change: Poems to Help You Save the World'.  According to the 'Illustrated Oxford Dictionary', a tongue-twister is 'a sequence of words difficult to pronounce quickly and correctly'.
This poem was recommended by children in Class 7. Find it in Michael Rosen's book, 'Jelly Boots Smelly Boots', wonderfully illustrated by David Tazzyman.  'This is gonna be a good day, Charlie' is a poem by Dom Conlon. It is from his book 'This Rock That Rock: poems between you, me, and the Moon', illustrated by Viviane Schwarz. Find it in the non-fiction section of the library, at 821 poetry.
Words Are Ours In the beginning was the word and the word is ours: the names of places, the names of flowers, the names of names, words are ours. Page-turners For early learners How to boil an egg Or mend a leg Words are ours Wall charts Love hearts Sports reports Short retorts Jam-jar labels Timetables Words are ours Following the instructions for furniture constructions Ancient mythologies Online anthologies Who she wrote for Who to vote for Joke collections Results of elections Words are ours The tale’s got you gripped Have you learned your script? The method of an experiment Ingredients for merriment W8n 4ur txt Re: whts nxt Print media Wikipedia Words are ours Subtitles on TV Details on your CV Book of great speeches Guide to the best beaches Looking for chapters on velociraptors Words are ours The mystery of history The history of mystery The views of news The news of views Words to explain the words for pain Doing geography Autobiography Arabian Nights Fighting for your rights What to do in payphones Goodbyes on gravestones Words are ours. by Michael Rosen Words are everywhere! Michael Rosen read this poem for us today, when we met up with him virtually, courtesy of The Children's Bookshow.
 This poem is by Michael Rosen. He is having fun with numbers, and repetition. Try it yourself, and send your poems to your teachers. Who knows? Maybe your poem will be on the next poetry blog!
This week we have a really lovely poem, written by Aliyah in Class 5. It is a wonderful evocation of the changing season. If you would like to see your poem featured on the Poetry Blog, please email your teachers, and they can pass it on to Sue. Winter to Spring As the snow falls the trees die, as the trees die the leaves crumble, and when it's time for Spring to come out the adorable animals come, and the grass as soft as a pillow, and grows with the lilies and daisies in harmony.  The Future To every child Out there, staring at the Moon, Understand that you're the ones Collecting all the dreams tonight. Harvest them, hoard them, hold them Down through the line of your life and One day you will spend them With the future in mind because Nothing is out of reach. by Dom Conlon Did you notice that the first lines are spelling out a phrase? This is an acrostic poem, by Dom Conlon. It is from his book 'This Rock, That Rock: poems between you, me, and the Moon'. illustrated by Viviane Schwarz. Find it in the non-fiction section of the library, at 821 Poetry.  |
