TrustPoetryDay2019

Anthology of Poetry
10/25/2019


Summit Learning Trust- Primary-2019


































































Gillian Lowe
ENLGISH LEAD PRACTITIONER

Table of Contents








Grandma’s Glasses ................................................................................................ 3

With a Friend ......................................................................................................... 5

Superman’s Dog .................................................................................................... 7

Squirrel .................................................................................................................. 8

Five Little Seeds ................................................................................................... 10

Colour Drops ........................................................................................................ 11

Man with Metal Detector .................................................................................... 13

Potions Riddle ...................................................................................................... 15

Giants ................................................................................................................... 17
Digestive System .................................................................................................. 18

Guess Who? ......................................................................................................... 20

SS Titanic .............................................................................................................. 21


The Oaklands Primary Collection:


EYFS - My Brother.............................................................................................26

Year 1 - Little Red Riding Hood.........................................................................28

Year 2 - The Owl and the Pussy Cat..................................................................30


Year 3 - The Coming of the Iron Man...............................................................32

Year 4 - The Sound Collector............................................................................34

Year 5 - The Snake Hotel..................................................................................36

Year 6 - Inheritance..........................................................................................38















1

Nursery


























































A selection of project-based,




wider curriculum poems








2

Grandma’s Glasses




Author: Unknown
Why do you love me so much?


These are grandmother’s glasses
(makes circles around eyes with fingers)


This is grandmother's hat.
(use both hands and cup on head)



This is the way she folds her hands,
(fold hands)



And puts them on her lap.

(Put hands in lap)



These are Grandpa's glasses


This is Grandpa's hat



Here's the way he folds his arms



And THAT IS THAT!


























3

Reception


























































A selection of project-based,




wider curriculum poems








4

With a Friend





By Vivian Gouled
Do you want to be friends?


I can talk with a friend

and walk with a friend
and share my umbrella

in the rain.


I can play with a friend

and stay with a friend

and learn with a friend
and explain.



I can eat with a friend
and compete with a friend

and even sometimes

disagree.


I can ride with a friend

and take pride with a friend.

A friend can mean
so much to me!


























5

Year 1
























































A selection of project-based,




wider curriculum poems



















6

Superman’s Dog





By Paul Cookson
Superheroes




Superman’s dog- he’s the best

Helping pets in distress

Red and gold pants and vest


‘SD’ on his chest




Superman’s dog- X-ray sight

Green bones filled with Kryptonite

Bright blue lycra tights in flight


Faster than a meteorite




Better than Batman’s robin

Rougher than Robin’s bat

Faster than Spiderman’s spider

Cooler than Catwoman’s cat





Superman’s dog- bionic scent

Crime prevention- his intent

Woof and tough- cement he’ll
dent


What’s his name- Bark Kent!








7

Squirrel





By Celia Warren
The Enchanted Woodland



Woodland racer


Acorn chaser




Tree shaker


Acorn taker




Nut cracker


Acorn snacker




Sky rider


Acorn hider




Winter snoozer


Acorn loser




Spring reminder

Acorn finder





One grey squirrel


8

Year 2

























































A selection of project-based,




wider curriculum poems















9

Five Little Seeds





Author: unknown

The Scented Garden




Five little seeds,

Five little seeds,

Three will make flowers,

And two will make weeds.




Under the leaves,

And under the snow,

Five little seeds are

Waiting to grow.




Out comes the sun,

Down comes a shower.

And up come the three,

Pretty pink flowers.




Out comes the sun,

That every plant needs,

And up come two,

Funny old weeds.







10

Colour Drops





By Kissy Pena
Muck, Mess and Mixtures










































































11

Year 3

























































A selection of project-based,




wider curriculum poems
















12

Man with Metal Detector




By Robert B. Shaw
Mighty Metals












































































13

Year 4

























































A selection of project-based,




wider curriculum poems















14

Potions Riddle




by JK Rowling
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
Potions









































































15

Year 5
























































A selection of project-based,




wider curriculum poems



















16

Giants




by Lydia Pender
Beast Creator











































































17

Digestive System




by unknown
Burps, Bottoms and Bile



I know there’d be, And sounding quite rude…
High-heaps of congestion, The food will move on,

If my body just wouldn’t, Peristalsis will push,
Engage in digestion… The food will move on,

A series of tubes, As it turns into mush…
Like plumbers have pipe, Small intestine comes next,

Lets my food move,
Quite raw or quite ripe! The next organ for fun,

Nutrients absorbed,

Stuff food in my mouth, And it’s almost all done…
Chew with my teeth, Large intestine absorbs!

Add some saliva, Removes excess water,
The juice it secretes… Before food’s back out,
Swallowing time? Just like it oughta…

Down the oesophagus! Yes, there would be,
Gets to the stomach, Heaps of congestion,

Let’s stay on top of this… If my body didn’t,
Stomach’s muscles are churning, Engage in digestion…
Break up the food,

Adding enzymes and acids,























18

Year 6

























































A selection of project-based,



wider curriculum poems

















19

Guess Who?





By Coral Rumble
Off With Her Head

Horse rider

Joust glider

Music maker

Floor shaker

Tennis prance

Heavy dancer

Diet hater

Serial dater


Dandy dresser
Wife stresser


Church leader

Poor breeder

Nifty speaker

Divorce seeker

Armour filler

Wife killer

Monk basher

Law smasher

Banquet Boozer

Bad loser.













Answer: Henry VIII
20

SS Titanic




by Judith Nicholls
Frozen Kingom

First there was silence. Not
below,
where silver forks and laughter
chink in each saloon;
where layered decks of dance
and song
echo through perfumed corridors,
all set to last till dawn.
Nor several tiers down
in simpler quarters.
There, for the first time ocean-borne,
E=emigrants still chatter,
more subdued in tone;
entrust to some far-off new world
their dreams

and all they own.


But high above the deck
is peace.
The wind is slight,
though the air has chilled surprisingly:
little swell,
no waves to speak of,
movement smooth unhampered.
The theatre set.
Viewed from the gods her course is clear,
pulled, as if by chains, on steady track
towards her destination.
Behind, the wake spreads endlessly,
stretches wide then slowly fades
into the night.




Only a faint jarring interrupts
that almost total silence of the sea,



21

barely noticed by the revellers.
There is no panic.
A brief encounter with an icy shelf
means nothing to a ship that is
unsinkable…
Later, she begins to list;
the rest is known.
Emigrants from flooded cabins
claw through dark companionways,
held back to save the rich;
lifeboats lowered quarter-full;
the shameless fights for precedence.


And for the rest,
gathering in disbelief on darkened decks,
the wait.
One weeps,
one lights a cigarette,
one goes below, changes to evening dress
to meet his fate.
On sloping decks the band play on-
Hold me up in high waters
their almost final line.


At last, she rises almost vertical-
a lifelong memory
for those who lived to tell the tale-
then slides, nose-first
towards her brave new world
encompassed only by
the lasting silence of the sea,
the silence of the sky.






















22



SUMMIT




LEARNING TRUST




POETRY DAY 2019











A COLLECTION OF





POEMS FOR THE






PUPILS OF





THE OAKLANDS






PRIMARY SCHOOL

Eloise Greenfield








American author and poet.

EYFS









My Brother by Eloise Greenfield












My twin brother lives across the street,


once in a while, we meet to eat,







he listens to me, lets me talk,



doesn't complain and doesn't baulk,







just waits and listens like a friend,


and barks a period at the end.

Roald Dahl








British author, poet and fighter pilot

Year 1



Little Red by Roald Dahl








As soon as Wolf began to feel


That he would like a decent meal,



He went and knocked on Grandma's door.



When Grandma opened it, she saw



The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,



And Wolfie said, ``May I come in?''



Poor Grandmamma was terrified,



``He's going to eat me up!'' she cried.



And she was absolutely right.



He ate her up in one big bite.








But Grandmamma was small and tough,



And Wolfie wailed, ``That's not enough!



I haven't yet begun to feel



That I have had a decent meal!''



He ran around the kitchen yelping,



``I've got to have a second helping!''

Edward Lear








British artist, author and poet.

Year 2


The Owl and the Pussy Cat by Edward Lear



The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,

You are,

You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!"



Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!

How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood

With a ring at the end of his nose,

His nose,
His nose,

With a ring at the end of his nose.



"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."

So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,

They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,

The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

Brenda Williams








Author, poet and former teacher.

Year 3

The Coming of the Iron Man by Brenda Williams



The Iron Man stood on the brink of the cliff
Tall as a house, all rigid and stiff.



His great iron head turned left then right

As he stood on the cliff in the dark of night.

His headlamp eyes searched far and wide.
His iron ears listened to the swell of the tide.



Where he had come from, no-one knows

But there on the cliff where the seagulls rose,
The Iron Man stood with the wind in his face.

Then he lifted a foot and stepped out into space.



Crashing...crashing...thrown about
Till his legs fell off and his eyes fell out.




Scattered and battered his body parts lay
Then silence, silence, till break of day.



Then an eye and a hand in a seagull's nest

Moved together to find the rest.
A headlamp eye and a crablike hand

Moving together over the sand.



Bit by bit each piece was found
Till the Iron Man stood and looked around.

But still he strode and searched the beach

For an ear that was lost and out of reach.



Was it the sea that had stolen his ear?
For the Iron Man turned and showing no fear

He walked in the sea deeper and deeper,
Though the water rose where the shore grew steeper.



His eyes blazed red and his eyes blazed green

Then the Iron Man could no more be seen.

Roger McGough








Author, poet and playwright.

Year 4
The Sound Collector by Roger McGough



A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away




The whistling of the kettle
The turning of the lock

The purring of the kitten

The ticking of the clock



The popping of the toaster

The crunching of the flakes
When you spread the marmalade

The scraping noise it makes



The hissing of the frying pan

The ticking of the grill

The bubbling of the bathtub

As it starts to fill



The drumming of the raindrops

On the windowpane

When you do the washing-up
The gurgle of the drain




The crying of the baby
The squeaking of the chair

The swishing of the curtain

The creaking of the stair



A stranger called this morning

He didn't leave his name
Left us only silence

Life will never be the same

Brian Moses








Children’s poet.

Year 5


The Snake Hotel by Brian Moses







An Indian python will welcome you

To the Ssssnake hotel.

As he finds your keys he’ll maybe enquire

if you’re feeling well.

And he’ll say that he hopes you survive the night ,

that you sleep without screaming

and don’t die of fright

at the Sssssnake hotel




There’s an anaconda that likes to wander

the corridors at night,

and a boa that will lower itself on to guests

as they search for the light.

And if, by chance, you lie awake

and nearby something kisses,

I warn you now, you’re about to be covered

with tiny vipery kisses,

at the Snake hotel.




And should you hear a chorus of groans,

coming from the room next door,

and the python cracking someone’s bones,

please don’t go out and explore.

Just ignore all the screams

and the strangled yells

when you spend a weekend

at the Sssnake hotel.

John Agard









Afro-Guyanese playwright, poet and author.

Year 6






Inheritance by John Agard





If we, the children of the meek,

should inherit an earth

whose rainforest lungs breathe a tale of waste –

an earth where the ailing sea

shudders in its own slick




If we, the children of the meek,

should inherit an earth

where the grass goes nostalgic

at the mere mention of green

and the sky looks out of its depth

when reminded of blue




If we, the children of the meek,

should inherit such an earth,

then we ask of the future one question: Should we dance

or break into gnashing of teeth

at the news of our inheritance?