Coastlands School

I have received a wonderful batch of poems by the children from Wenda Davies’ class at Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire (Twitter @coastlandsnews):

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Horse

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Dear Horse,

You gallop round happily,
You walk and trot and jump
And then you get your hay and treats –
You get all of the love.

Oh how I wish to be a horse –
Your life is oh so grand.
While I’m just in my dark, dirty hole,
Wondering what it would be like
To have a life like you.

From Hedgehog

© Olivia Beal, aged 8, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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The Flower Follower

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Dear Flower,

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Please can I steal your pollen?

I need it! We need that delicious dust

So our hives can fill with honey.

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Humans love honey.

Sometimes they take care of you –

Give you water,

Put you in sunny places,

Making you grow.

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Please save our kind,

Sparing us some sweet, soft pollen.

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© Ethan Davies, aged 9, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Spinning

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Dear Friend,

Flying in the air,

Spinning wildly.

Summer is here.

Where are you now?

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Autumn’s here –

Where have you been?

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Oh dear friend,

Can I call you ‘copter?

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© Kyle Bowen, aged 8, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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The Pig’s Lament

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Cows go “moo” –

So annoying!

Please get me

Out of this

Mud bath.

Please don’t

Eat me

In a roll.

I’m a nice,

Calm animal.

My skin is

So soft.

I’m so fat,

So much meat…

But can’t you find

Something else to eat?!

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© Zac Rumble, aged 9, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Dear Friend,

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I could never forget playing with you,

Or rolling down hills with you.

Everywhere you’re with me,

Within me.

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I could never forget spinning with you

And you whispering in my ear.

And when we played hide and seek

You could never be found.

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© Sophie Marshall, aged 9, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Dear Ocean,

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The sand between my toes,

The wooshing sound of your waves

Clashing against the rocks.

Every day I see boats

On your beautiful, azure surface.

But… I am so, so sorry

For all your fishy friends

That might be getting sick

Because of the crisp packet

I dropped in the sea earlier.

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Sorry.

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© Lily Courie, aged 9, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Dear Pig

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Your pink twisted tail,

Curly like a quaver.

I love the way

You play

In the murky mud,

Like a rollicking rhino.

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But I am ever so sorry

That I eat you:

Sizzling sausages,

Beautiful bacon.

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© Izzy Scale, aged 10, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Dear Horse,

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Galloping happily in the meadow,

Eating the sweet grass,

Frolicking with friends.

I like the way that

You flick your misty mane.

I love the noise

When you neigh.

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© Ann-Marie Coates, aged 10, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Dear Autumn,

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Battered leaves blown,

Misty fog flees,

Streams slow-flowing,

Daisy meadows die,

Sloes start to grow,

Leaves couple-coloured,

Hedgehogs curl up closely,

Squirrels tear up trees,

Robins look forward

As the sun starts to sleep.

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Autumn, my friend,

You are the best season.

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© Jasmine Gainfort, aged 8, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Dear Lavender,

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I have to say

The smell is delicious,

The sway is divine,

The colour so lilac-purple.

I so much love those things –

Swaying all day through.

Bless you.

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© Rebecca Llewellin, aged 8, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Dear Field Mouse

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Dear Field Mouse,

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I love your hollow hideout,

Storing corn all day.

But when the freezing fall comes

They will take the food away.

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But, my dear friend Field Mouse,

I do have to say,

“It was I, I was the one

Who chopped your tail away!”

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© Maddie Beal, aged 9, Coastlands School, St. Ishmaels, Pembrokeshire, Wales

 

Well done, Coastlands School, there is excellent use of imagery, and just about every other poetic device in these eloquent and moving poems.