Winter Poems by Year 5

For the Inter-House Arts Challenge this year, Y5 pupils had the theme of Winter.  These pupils chose to write a poem for you to enjoy. 

Seed Information, 1LN

Look at these amazing information sheets from children in Year 1. Wonderful joined-up handwriting.  Click on an image to enlarge it.  Please consider leaving a comment for these pupils. 

Lake District Tourist Attraction Leaflets, 4JP

Would you visit these tourist attractions?

Izy M

Jacob H

Samantha-Rose P

Tiffany R

Olivia N

Tom P

Kai M-P

Elodie W

Eva S

The River Is... Poems by 4JP

Thomas B

Sammy S

Sammy S

Olivia N

Isaac H

The Adventure of the 999 Fairy Teddies

 A child in year four has spent a lot of time writing and illustrating this lovely story.  Please leave a comment if you enjoyed it.  Click on the image to enlarge it.

The Highwayman - Billy 6LG

Longingly, I gazed out of my gleaming, glass casement, wishing for my lover to suddenly appear out of the coal-black sky. The deserted, overgrown moor was lit up by the moon, which was a ghostly galleon. Surrounded by gusty trees that were blowing gracefully in the breeze, I spied the road that he would ride.

Moments later, as I heard the tlot, tlot of the horse’s hooves, a calming, familiar rhythm danced into my ears; only my true love would sing this! As my eyes widened and sparkled, a handsome Highwayman, wearing a crimson, velvet coat, came galloping towards me. He reached out for my hand and told me his cunning plan: “I’ll be back with some fancy, yellow gold before sunrise.” I nodded as he galloped over the purple, moon-lit moor until he became out of sight to the west.

As The Highwayman trotted off, the old, murky stable wicket slowly creaked open and blood-red eyes glared suspiciously along the road where The Highwayman had ridden. I examined the never-ending, misty track and out of the thick layer of fog, a red-coat troop - King George’s soldiers - came marching to me. I was hoping that one of those figures (emerging from the mist) was The Highwayman. “I’ve been waiting all day!” I muttered, “From the early hours of the dawning to the rise of the moon and nothing!” I was furious.

As the wooden inn door creaked ajar, the red-coat troop came sneaking in. If The Highwayman comes back, he would be shot dead, wouldn’t he? I thought. “He’s innocent!” I told myself, as I silently slipped out of the shattered door: I was trying to get a better view. I spied them slurping down ale, unprofessionally. In a blink of an eye, they slammed down the transparent mug and came charging towards me. Cowering, I hid. They laid an eye on me so I slipped back into my room, bolting the door shut. “Open up!” a soldier bellowed, banging on the door until it broke. “Ey, where be The Highwayman then? ‘Ave ya seen ‘im anywhere?” I sat there speechless. Ferociously, they grabbed me by the neck and tied me against the leg of the bed with a musket for protection. Helplessly, I screamed as I saw The Highwayman come gracefully galloping back… Would this be the end?

As the ancient, wooden clock tower chimed midnight, I realised what I had to do - I had to sacrifice myself; I had to warn him with my death! With one last deep breath, a finger escaped onto the trigger of the musket. “Goodbye my precious love!” I bellowed as I pressed down the trigger. BANG! Faintly (as I saw everything slowly fade away) I caught sight of The Highwayman coming to a halt. My head was ringing. My mind was blurry. My eyes began to close but at least I had warned my love - warned him with my death...

The Highwayman - Kyira 6LG

The Highwayman

The moon glinted through my casement as I stared over the ribbon-like road, looking for the slightest move. I glared at the thin, moonlit road looking over it, patiently waiting for my love.

Suddenly, I heard the tlot-tlot ringing through my ears. “Could that be him?” I muttered to myself. A tune calmly whistled through my head, the tune only my lover would know. I opened my casement, below was The Highwayman: my lover. His golden pistol twinkled in the moonlight as we made a plan. “I shall be back with yellow gold before the morning light.”

He road away with his velvet coat waving behind him.

I didn’t see him in dawning; he didn’t come at noon. I glared eagerly out of my casement, but still nothing. I wanted to give up.

Soon later - when the sky was a tawny sunset - I saw something in the distance. My eyes squinted making a look on my face as they came closer and closer to the old inn door.

Suddenly, I heard a thump coming towards my room. The red-coats slammed the door open and stomped in front of me. They pushed me to my old, broken bedpost and tied me up to attention. “Why were they doing this?” I thought. I couldn’t move. The soldiers laughed and made fun of me, while staring carefully out of the window holding up their pistols.

Moments later, I heard a familiar sound of horse's hooves getting louder and louder. I twisted my hands to get free from the long, ichy rope. My hands were covered with sweat or blood - I didn’t know which. Suddenly, I manage to get one of my finger’s free. I made a plan. I took one last deep breath and…

BANG!

I laid in the darkness, drenched in my own red blood. My love galloped away safely - I’d warned him with my death.

Descriptive Opening - Soar - Caitlin 6CP

Descriptive Opening - Soar - Max 6CP

The Highwayman - Sienna 6MS

Bess gazed up to the night sky and watched the jewels high above glisten elegantly. She sighed whilst plaiting a dark red love knot into her soft wavy hair. Feeling down-hearted, Bess slumped on her bed and closed her eyes.

Tlot-tlot,tlot-tlot,tlot-tlot. With joy Bess looked through her casement and out in the distance, she could see a familiar silhouette of a man galloping on his horse. As the silvery moonlight slithered onto the ribbon-like road, Bess’ eyes met the Highwayman’s. The horses hooves echoed through the night as the gusty trees madly shook their spindly branches.

Her eyes glistened with excitement as she opened her shutters to meet her true love. They stared shyly at each other for a while. Everything became slow whenever she saw the highwayman. After minutes that felt like hours, he finally found the courage to speak to Bess.

“My precious angel, I’m afraid that I will not be able to be with you on this fine night.”

Bess’ smile dimmed slightly.
“But i shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.” He laughed a friendly laugh then he kissed her hand. As he galloped away to the west, Bess blew a kiss to the Highwayman too.

The Highwayman opening - Jude 6MS

Despite being old,I still feel the shame and guilt of my past. Every night, their ghostly faces haunt my restless sleep. My once love - Bess and her love and life: the ruthless,merciless highwayman. I look back and regret my move. The memory of her long, black, smooth hair drooping over her face still reminds me of herself unwantedly. Gnawing at me, guilt is too much to handle. I try to stop it but I can’t; the story is playing over and over in my mind. The inn once my favourite - now my least…

The Highwayman Opening - Rachel 6CP

The wardrobe stood high above Bess; it was collecting dust over the years. Her narrow bed was sitting in the corner of her slate-grey room. When she looked out of her casement, the wind howled on the shutters and she saw the gusty trees waving madly. High in the sky, the moon was hanging like a ghostly galleon. Lighting up the whole heather moor, Bess could see the road her love would ride upon.

Bess’ jet-black hair fell down her chest like a cascading waterfall. Her bleached-white teeth sparkled like pearls amongst her rose-red lips. She was a caring, young girl; her eyes were gleaming in the moonlight.

As the Highwayman came riding down the meandering road, Bess saw his coat of claret velvet swaying in the wind.His brown breeches were tucked into his knee-high boots. He’d a handful of lace at his chin and a french-cocked hat settled on his forehead. Up he came to Bess’ casement.

The Highwayman by Ollie 6CP

The sky was as dark as ash, despite the moon’s ghostly shadow. Early the trees swayed in perfect formation: they were dancing under the stars. The inn was tall and dark, and was lit by a glimpse of moonlight shining on the casement where Bess was waiting for her love.

The figure of the tall, handsome highwayman came galloping over the purple moor. His french-cocked hat flew off into the distant moonlight. As he arrived at the inn, he saw a silhouette standing at the casement. Was it his love? He whistled a tune to the window: it was his special call to get his loves attention. Bess - the landlord's beautiful daughter - came to the casement .

The long,black-haired beauty came down to the tall, blue eyed Highwayman. “One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I’m out for a prize tonight”. He turned to the west and sped away.

Tim was a mad man: he had eyes like fire and his hair stunk of a horse stable. The red coats trooped up to the heavy inn door. They drank the innkeepers ale. Fumbling up the crooked stairs they were heading for Bess’s room. Bess awoke with fear. Jumping out of bed, she tumbled towards the door’s lock but she was too late. The red coats tied Bess up with a heavy knot: she tried to wriggle free, but all the knots held good!

Cautiously, Bess tried to get into a silent rhythm of manoeuvring her hands but in a haste to get free she hesitated and her hands became sticky with a red river of blood. Confidently, she got her hand on the long, thin musket. She was in control of the trigger. Bess heard the highwayman.

“Tlot, tlot, tlot.” The Highwayman was here. The red-coats were ready with their  muskets but Bess pulled the trigger…

The highwayman came to a sudden stop.

He froze.The red-coats lowered their rifles and and stepped back; he turned his horse and fled away with fear not knowing who was shot!

Soar - A Setting Description by Joe 6CP

As its shining structure appeared beyond the horizon, the sun’s glowing fingers snatched out as passing clouds, rotating them into angelic swirls of cotton. The dirt path meandered around the mighty, majestic oak trees as the harmonious sound of crickets chirping rang out in the desolate park.

Mara - an addict to the designing of places - stood prepared for her next test flight. Unlike the previous twenty-seven days, Mara thought today would be the day: the day she finally had a working plane! Trees stared on nervously, rooted to their spots as she hurled the place through the air - it flew and flew - but then it plummeted towards the ground like a meteor homing in on its target.

Escape from Pompeii extract by Sienna 3SC

Joyfully, Tranio and Livia ran out of the bakery laughing in search of the goat. They both looked at each other in dismay. All they could hear was boiling, hot lava rocks plummeting to the ground. They saw children crying at their ruined city which was caused by their beloved Mount Vesuvius which was now their greatest enemy. Petrified people were running in all directions trying to find an escape, but also trying to avoid the falling rocks. Tranio looked at Livia who had tears of sadness trickling down her beautiful face. Suddenly, they heard a loud, rumbling noise coming from their dangerous, monstrous Mount Vesuvius. Livia and Tranio were devastated as they looked at what was happening to their once beloved city.

Escape from Pompeii extract by Isabel 3SB

Once Tranio and Livia had arrived in the town they saw a horrible sight before them. The once sunny sky had been concealed by thick, darkening clouds. Confused, all the towns people were rushing about in all different directions with all their most precious possessions. They could hear women and children sobbing and screaming while clutching each other's hands. Adults were frantically grabbing their loved ones. Volcanic rock rained from the sky.

Escape from Pompeii extract by Riaz 3SB

Frantically, Tranio clutched onto Livia’s hand. Worried, Livia coughed and they both dashed to the safest place they knew, the harbour.

They silently crept onto the cargo ship then they hid under some new rugs. They could feel the boat bobbing on the choppy water. Heartbroken, Livia said “Will we be safe?” thinking they were the only people left in Pompeii.

“I hope so.” whispered Tranio as a tear slowly rolled down his face.

It began to get airless and stuffy. Tired and heartbroken, they hugged each other tight and drifted off to sleep…

Letters from the Trenches by 4WR

4WR have written these letter from the trenches, imagining what it would be like to be a soldier.

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Jessie

Jessie

Jake

Jake

Adventures Are The Pits by Erin, 4WR

I looked at the colourful ball pit in front of me.  My heart was pounding and I had butterflies in my tummy.  I took a deep breath, shut my eyes and jumped on the slide.  I screamed until my throat went hoarse.  I opened one eye, then the other.  I wasn't in a ball pit, I was at the bottom of a ball mountain.

I looked up and saw a small light coming from the dip where I had fallen.  Slowly, I started to climb.  Suddenly, my foot slipped but thankfully I still had grip with my hand and carried on.  There were all kinds of sweets stuck between the balls: chocolate bars, candy floss, giant Haribo rings and lollipops.  

As I climbed higher, my hands were ever so slightly moving the balls which let out a huge, sticky lollipop that landed on my face.  I finally got it off but I had let go.  I tried to grab onto something but I missed and I fell back down to the bottom.  "I will never come back here again," I said to myself. 

Alma by Ellie, 4WR

Alma

It was a cold winter day. All that could be heard were the squawks of birds flying above the rooftops of my village. I was walking in the frosty show when I walked past a strange shop.  I stopped to get a closer look at it.  The door was open so slowly, I walked inside.  The creak of the door sent a shiver down my back of my spine. The shelves were stacked with dolls. I started turning back for the door when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a white-faced doll.  It looked like me.

My mind filled with questions so I turned around to grab it but I couldn't find it.  Soon after, I spotted it on the other side of the room.  "How did it get there?" I thought to myself.  My mind was pulling me back with fear but I just couldn't resist.  It was as if there were some magnetic force pulling us together so I reached up to grab it from the shelf when...

Chariot Race Day Newspaper Reports by 4JP

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These newspaper reports are inspired by the final race in Romans On The Rampage by Jeremy Strong.

Gabriella

Gabriella

Isaac

Isaac

Isaac

Isaac

Chariot Race Day Poems by 4JP

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These poems are inspired by the chariot races in Romans On The Rampage by Jeremy Strong.

Madison

Isabella