Poems about the Park
In the run-up to the Hexham Book Festival 2008, local schools went out into the countryside with a National Park Ranger and were inspired to produce some stirring and evocative writing. Here is a selection of their poems ...
Rocky hilly landscape
Everywhere splashes of green
against jagged rocks that look like a heard of elephants stopping to rest.
The wind was like a giant
blowing the trees to snap like sticks.
Kate Curry, age 8
Newbrough First School
My tree is older than my grandma
it's older than my gramp.
It stands like a scarecrow
and looks like a tramp.
It's leaves are all ripped
they are all curled and damp.
The trunk is very straight.
It is the best tree in the world.
Anya, from Wark.
The world outside the spaceship
is scwelshy and deserted.
The wind howls as if it had been bitten.
A large astirod the coulor of ginger.
The wind holds you back as if it has magnetic forces.
Bird swat the wind with there wings.
Charles Ryder, age 6.
I see a tall green oak tree
while I'm whistling, trickling, dribiling
I hear children laughing and running
while I'm dashing, breaking, dropping
I smell big brown bits of barck
while I'm gushing, flowing, lashing
I feel big sharp stones under me
while I'm splashing, trashing, rushing
I taste grity dirt everywhere
while I'm crashing, smashing, exploding
I fear people throwing stones at me
while I'm bumping, clashing, thrusting
I envy the big blue sea
while I'm clapping, slapping, wacking
I wish I could be better than the big blue sea
while I'm punching, kicking, wacking.
Tom Hill, Bellingham
At the bottom of the multi-coloured,
towering hills there are lots of mossy rocks.
There are sculptures in the rocks and all
around crumbling cliffs are waiting for their land to slide.
Plump, creamy, marshmallows clouds full of
floating images pass by.
The damp rainfalll sings of water speeding
It falls across the slippery rocks from the
dull, overcast sky.
The signs of life are everywhere,
I saw lambs and birds, ducks and dogs as I
walked across the fossils disintegrating in
Greenhead C of E First School.
I see ragerd, crumberling, bumpy rockes
while I'm trikerling down the pathways I make.
I hear childrens footsteps as they walk beside me
while I'm faling, droping down waterfall.
I smell a picnic with fruit and samwiches
while I'm danceing, panceing in my path.
I tuch stons and falen down trees
while I'm buberling and splashing
I taste crumberly mud, peat and scum
while I grumberl, splash crash.
Kielder First School
My slender traingular head is covered in smooth rainbow colours.
The square rough body of mine is covered black as coal.
I have sparkly gold eyes so they glitter like torches in the dark.
My mouth is so wide I can fit about 10 horses in at the same time
and in one bite I could kill a horse.
All of my legs are poisonous and fluffy but so wobbly
I have to flip sideways to walk.
The best thing about me is my tail because it is a devil tail.
My name is whatherface.
I see dinosaurs dividing in the wilderness
while I'm splashing, spraying, splishing.
I hear the swords of knights slashing near the trees
while I'm gushing, rushing, pounding.
I feel hands touching to drink
while I'm slapping, smashing, dashing.
I smell slimy rocks
while I'm thumping, thundering, gushing
I taste old coins that have rusted
while I'm rushing, gushing, dashing.
I fear to kill anybody
while I'm thumping, booming, dashing.
I envy rivers in Australia
while I'm pounding, gushing, rushing.
I wish I could have clown fish in my water while I'm crashing, clashing, bashing.
Walltown ... A poem
Waddling wanderers walking around*
And an egg yolk in thesky,
And spiders dangling from one another,
In the inky black night sky.
And jelly tots with jet black dots*
And oily rusty, silver crusty,
Rocky choppy whinstone rock
And cotton clouds dangling in the sky.
Oh what planet is this!
Luca Vincentelli, age 8
Newbrough First School.