10/10/2013 Poetry Dave Cryer http://www.davecryer.co.uk

[WP Central]

The Ballad of the Boat

She took her oars inside the boat,

And set sail from the shore.

She said goodbye to all she knew,

To what she’d see no more.

 

She rowed a while into the night,

Then paused to tell the moon:

‘I will not stop until I find

My future – hope it’s soon.’

 

Writing tips from Dave – follow the rules or break the rules – you’ll have a poem either way:

 

·    A ballad is a poem that tells a story

·    Each stanza is a quatrain – four lines

·    Lines one and three have eight syllables – they don’t rhyme

·    Lines two and four have six syllables – they do rhyme

·    Mine is written in the past tense

 

[Paula Ward]

The whistling wind wisped through her hair,

Waves crashed against the boat.

The salty sea air struck her face,

A chill crawled down her coat.

 

The rays of sun beamed through the clouds,

A new day has begun.

To where would these waters lead her?

Her destiny has come.

By Betsy YR9 and Issy YR8

[Leah Falkingham]

She put her hand above her head

As her face filled with emotion.

Then she glanced into the distance,

As her boat sailed along the ocean.

 

She lay her feet among the sand,

As the sea surrounded her feet.

She trailed her feet up the beach,

And stopped to enjoy the warm heat.

 

By Anna, Chloe, Leah and Remique - Longbenton Community College, Newcastle.

[Carol Webb]

The stormy sea crashed against the deadly shaped rocks.

Into the blurry distance a tornado was forming quickly

Crashing into houses and community centres, weakening and destroying everything in its path

As the stinging wind passed through the woman's hair, she jumped into a shaking boat

praying with tears in her eyes that she would see her family again.

 

By Ashley Brown

Forest Hill School, London 

 

 

 

[Adam Lancaster]

she wanted only to be free

a sting of tears down cheeks

a desire to never want

to find but not to seek

 

Zoe Yr7

[WP Central]

I don’t know what to think,

I don’t know what links,

The memories of my childhood,

Are passing by, like the pages of a book.

Vicky, West Kirby Residential School, Yr 7.