Badge

Loading…

11/10/2012 Poetry Etherington Brothers http://theetheringtonbrothers.blogspot.co.uk/

The Tent

 I once cut a hole in my tent, to sleep beneath the sky,

I wanted to feel like a sailor of old - using the stars as a guide.

Dad said the hole was an error, the design of my tent unsound,

He reckoned the rain would fill my tent and likely as not, I’d drown.

I laughed so hard I nearly choked; my Dad was pretty funny,

Yet looking back I wish I’d listened, his worries were on the money.

For it wasn’t the rain that filled my tent and washed me far away,

But the tears of an astronaut floating in space, that’d somehow lost his way. 

 

Views: 97

Comment by Janet Rothwell on October 11, 2012 at 8:48

In the universe, such a beautiful place, I dreamt of such a thing,
Instead of this cut-hole tent, I’d be a Solar King.
Filling my head, what an idea, I could hear rain pounding in my ear,
The rain poured, beating down, or was it a drum in the atmosphere?
The guitars strum, the wind whistling too and there I was a fantastic drummer,
In the open air, a free jazz fair, though it was hot midsummer.
Oh, how I wish there was a warm breeze, not the cold wind,
Maybe I could go inside, that would be very kind.

Jarnail & Rebecca- Langley Grammar School

Comment by Nicola Gowing on October 11, 2012 at 10:08

I approached the gleaming star,

What seemed so near was yet so far,

I thought this dream was never ending,

Even though my body was descending,

I woke up in my bed,

With a pillow beneath my head,

My alarm noisily struck eight,

I knew I was going to be late,

I went downstairs to find my mate,

Waiting for me at my backdoor gate.

 

 

By Bláz Freshwater, Courtney-jade Morris and Chanelle Brooks, Great Yarmouth High School.

Comment by Sarah Gould on October 11, 2012 at 11:10

I start to levitate around the world

My tent is shrinking like a polo shirt in a tumble dryer

The shimmering stars swelling in the never-ending gloomy sky

I feel myself leap from star to star

Completing a dot to dot

It creates a magnificent map to the unknown

Eventually it all slowly fades away and I drift

Home to my tent

With a hole in the roof.

 

Well done to Hannah, Bryn, Ellie and Alex from Holy Trinity Primary School in Wimbledon for their great piece of poetry writing!

Comment by Rosie Pike on October 11, 2012 at 12:56

Looking through the hole in my tent

Into the mysterious sky I went

Around and around like a kite

Dodging stars without a fright

I gasp, as I look down on the ground

There I would be safe and sound.

It wasn’t the rain that filled my tent

But the sparkles from a shooting star

Which cut my face and has now left a scar

The hole let through bright beams that grew

Through my tent it flew

Around and around my tent like a search light

This brightened up my tent at night

But in the morning I will wake.

 

By Jamie, Charlie and Amy from Bishop’s Stortford College

Comment by Debbie Baird on October 11, 2012 at 14:14

Looking up into the morning sky

Thinking about a girl I cry,

Looking up into the afternoon sky

Thinking about a girl I try,

Looking up into the starry sky

Thinking about a girl I cry

By Dylan, West Kirby residential school

Add a Comment

You need to be a member of Write Path International Connections to add comments!

Join Write Path International Connections

© 2019   Created by WP Central.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service