Winter:
Snow is a sign of winter,
and winter is as cold as snow.
But wrap up warm and keep inside,
and lookat the cold white snow.

Spring:
Look at the lossom, out on the trees,
forming in to shape.
Red, white, purple and pink,
it’s nearly summer i think.

Summer:
The gleaming sun high in the sky,
i start to look around.
As the sun passes down the clouds go drifting by,
and feel the hot desert sand.

Autumn:
As the leaves start to fall off the trees,
the branches go all bare.
Have a look at what i see,
crushed leaves on the ground.

7 Days

Monday is a boring day,
Horrible things I seem to say.
I shout and scream,
I’m very mean,
On every single Monday.

Tuesday is a better day,
Though I’m still tired, I must say!
I sleep in class,
I’m not very fast,
On every single Tuesday.

Wednesday is a friendly day,
Not very fun I have to say.
I text in school,
‘Cause I ignore the rules,
On every single Wednesday.

Thursday is a fine day,
Though speaking French is not my way.
I say “bonjour”,
Then I’m screaming on the floor,
On every single Thursday.

Friday is a good day,
Even though I have to say,
P.E is fun for all but me,
I’m wishing for some one to set me free,
On every single Friday.

Saturday is a cooooooooooooool day!
I don’t have to make sure I look okay.
I dance till night,
Though I’m a really bad sight,
On every single Saturday.

Sunday is a rest day,
But I’ve found something to do hooray, hooray,horay.
I’ve worked like a geek,
I’ve dressed like a freak,
But now I’m writing you a poem about my weeks.

Bullies

Bullies, what do you think of them?
There might be one; there might be ten:
Following you around,
Not making a sound,
Then they just jump out at you.

Bullies what do you think of them?
They give you problems you just can’t mend.
They shout, you scream,
Why do they have to be so mean?
It’s almost an enigma why they do this.

Bullies what do you think of them?
They actually feel angry, but feelings they pretend.
They take it out on you,
They think there’s nothing else they can do,
But there is…

These forests are my home
from tree to tree
I jump and climb

For hundreds of years
we have been left alone
but now these invaders
distant cousins
are driving us back

passing on a disease
which could wipe us all out

how can we fight them
nobody knows
maybe this is the way it will be

I rule the lands and all of the sky’s
victorious we stand on top of the globe
surveying the land below

but if i don’t stop
surely it will end this beautiful creation called earth…