Poem by Year 6

In school, we are all excited by the writing the children are drafting and editing in response to the wonderful range of texts that are leading the learning in our literacy lessons.

Here is the class poem composed by Y6 this week in response to a book called The Lost Happy Endings.

Happy reading!

We Live in this Forest
A poem by Year 6

And so it was that these two, totally different characters came to dwell in the very same forest, moving amongst the very same trees and flowers and completing their daily tasks alongside the very same woodland creatures...

I am the stream of sadness that carries away your spirits like rapids that drench you to the bone,
I am the furious, fierce fox of danger that mauls your hope until it is no more,
I am the lichen of hate that suffocates your friendship,
I am the poison of ivy that crawls and creeps around your soul, bringing death and despair,
I am the thorns of horror, which will steal your dreams and trap your heart forever,
I live in this forest.

I am the majestic ash tree of friendship that wraps its soothing arms around those who carry the weight of sadness,
I am the fresh, new leaves of peace above the woodland floor that you can rest beneath when you are tired from walking in the emerald forest,
I am the naivety snowdrops that sway to the joyful, sweet melody of the birds in the sunlit sky,
I am the stunning woodpecker of bravery that swoops down low and is not afraid of anything,
I am the silver stream of wisdom, which will guide you down the path of enlightenment.
I live in this forest too.

I am the wolf of dense destruction that ends your once happy life,
I am the decaying moss of temptation that crawls over your emotions and envelops your every thought,
I am the bent and gnarled evergreen of evil that casts eternal darkness upon you like the shadow of the devil,
I am the twisted brambles of misery that tear, and pierce, and scar your heart, leaving you breathless,
I am the festering, septic flower of despair that will devour you alive,
I live in this forest.

I am the vivid bluebell of hope that smiles over the forest floor, wrapping you in blissful happiness,
I am the knotted, twiggy nest of friendship that blocks out the hatred,
I am the stunning snowdrop of innocence that blossoms and brightens your day,
I am the graceful wisdom of life that spirals down through the canopy like sycamore seeds, and plants ideas in your imagination,
I live in this forest too.