8/10/15 Poetry Alan Gibbons http://alangibbons.com

[WP Central]

Somewhere distant, beyond the mountain peaks,

a far off shimmer, golden light sneaks.

It glitters, gleams, trembles grows,

A rosy glow creeps over soft, white snows."

[Charlotte de Gruchy]

The frost white snow glimmers in the early rising sun, 

The bees come out of dewy flowers, and begin to hum.

As the stars eventually fade, the birds begin to sing, 

The dewy flowering leaves shining like diamond rings.

 

As the sun creeps up little more, 

Out of nowhere arises a mysterious door.

Behind the door are flowers galore

An incredible sight, my jaw drops down in awe.

 

A dazzling doe comes out from the magnificent forest,

The creatures gather around the door and the doe says 

You are blessed. Roses flower at this quintessential moment,

As they stare up at the bright blue sky, exuberant.

 

Heloise, Rosalie and Aliyah – International School of Cape Town

[Nicola Gowing]

Lily’s bloom, sunflowers grow,

Everyone begins to know

Warm heartbeats all around,

While I heard the birds set off a delicate sound.

 

The way the grass felt I could not explain, but…

The way the flowers looked, drove me insane.

The warm summer breeze blowing across my face

Made the leaves fall with elegant grace.

 

Another door caught my eye,

Behind the forest is where it lies.

Crazily mysterious it wouldn’t leave my mind,

So I carried on, seeing what I could find.

 

A cold sensation ran down my back,

Was it a branch or a violent attack?

Suddenly the warm sensation was gone,

Everything I believed must have been wrong. 

Charley, Rhiannon And Daisy- Great Yarmouth High School

[Jayne Davidson, WHHS, UK]

The twittering birds ceased their call
The happy sensation started to fall
The gnarled trees twisted and turned
The nearby rivers frothed and churned

Where has my paradise gone?
Where’s the fun, should I run?
Where’s the exit? No-one knows
Is this place my friend or foe?

By Lauren and Molly
West Hatch High School

[Rosie Pike]

Have all the memories all disappeared?

Has my mind just been cleared?

Where have all the distant memories gone?

What could have gone so wrong?

The mountains were so high,

Now the garden is left to die,

Rivers flow no more,

Pollution has won the war.

by Grant, James and Charlie

Bishop's Stortford College