Our Poetry Corner

FIREWORKS

They rise like sudden fiery flowers
That burst upon the night,
Then fall to earth in burning showers
of crimson, blue and white.

Like buds too wonderful to name
Each miracle unfolds,
and Catherine-wheels begin to flame
Like whirling marigolds

Rockets and Roman candles make
an orchard of the sky,
Whence magic trees their petals shake
Upon each gazing eye.

AnnaSzopa
5 class
Ms Foy
Ms cronnolly
26 November 2015

CHRISTMAS

I LOVE SANTA
I LOVE ELFS
I LOVE PRESENTS
I LOVE A MERRY
CHRISTMAS DINNER

BY KAITLYN QUINN

I love Christmas

I love Santa
I Love Elves
I love reindeers TOO
and I love myself
all the present you wanted I well bring to you

BY EMMA MC DONAGH
5TH CLASS
MISS O CONNELL

MERRY CHIRSTMAS TO ALL YOU

The chicken club

We are members in good standing
of the chicken club and yes,
we confess we all are chicken,
Though you probably could guess.
We are frightened of our shadows ,
of our own reflections too,
And we shriek and run for cover
When we hear a sudden boo

We are terrified of thunder ,
and we scramble at the sound .
We are scared of tiny creatures
in the air and on the ground .
We are jittery and jumpy ,
So afraid of many things ,
that we've even started clucking ,
and were sprouting chicken wings .

The end
by ellen mc donagh 5th class miss o connell

MISS EMILY BERRY

Miss Emily berry was terribly strong. muscular, covered in gingery hair. And Emily berry could hug like a bear.


Not one of the boys,when it came to a fight,could possibly stand against Emily's might. 'OH, stop!' each would plead as he struggled for breath, with Emily squeezing him almost to death.

The fat ones,the skinny ones,tall ones or short, young Emily walloped whomever she fought. Till one of them sneaked on Miss Berry at length and told the Headmaster of Emily's strength.

'A girl in my school!' cried the head. 'And she beats the pants off each one of the boys that she meet? I'll teach here lesson,just wait and you'll see. Send Emily Berry to come and see me.'

Fireworks
They rise like sudden fiery flowers
That burst upon the night
Then fall to earth in burning showers.
Of crimson blue and white


Like buds too wonderful to name
Each miracle unffolds and Catherine-wheels begin to flame
Like whirling marigolds


Rockets and roman candles make
An orchard of the sky
Whence magic trees their petalls shake
Upon each gazing eye .

BYNADIA FAMULSKA
November 2015