Sunday, 26 April 2015

Owls class poems

THE EARTHQUAKE

The earthquake is an elephant,
Battleship grey,
He stampedes angrily through the jungle,
Stomping and munching as he goes.
Hour after hour he jumps
Upon the flattened leaves,
And splash, splash, splash!
The water erupts out of the pond,
Onto his great, big feet.


And when he gets sleepy,
He jumps no more.
He storms off to a cave,
Across the broken meadow.


By BW


THE STORM

The storm is an angry bull,
Giant and grey,
He stays in the sky all day,
Stomping loudly as he goes.
He drops white bullets some days.
Wind like a thousand wolves
Howling at the snow white moon.

Slowly the storm dies down,
And he hides behind
The golden sun,
Ready to rage another day.

By AW



THE STORM

The storm is a ferocious bull,
Battleship grey,
He rages in the sky all day,
The rain like shooting bullets
Crashing down like a thousand ebony rocks,
And lightning illuminating the charcoal sky.
He roars, roars, roars as he goes,
The wind howling like a hungry wolf!


On a calm sunny day the storm dies down,
He dances away into the sky,
Flying away calmly above the ground.
Will he return?

By SR

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