After the storm...

After the storm:

I am stuck under the rubble left over from the storm; shattered glass is piercing my leg. I hear the screaming. People suffering as the rescuers calmly help them. The faint sound of sirens as the wood closes up, suffocating me. I scream a cry of pain.

Suddenly the wood moves and a strange figure reaches out to me. The damage to the city is unbelievable. The amount of injured people was hard to take in. The city was flat, like a junk yard had been cleared. The feeling of sadness lingers in the air.

Harry Platt
Year 4

Dynamic Dinosaur

Who smashes, crashes though the jungle,

Sends fear through hearts,

As his terrible feet rattle the floor?

“I wonder who that is?” I hear you cry.

Who roars like the wind,

As big as car,

Hunting like a tiger

And crushing their bones?

Whose scales are like rocks,

Skin like fire,

Teeth like daggers,
shining in the sunlight

As they pierce into your side?

Who else could it be?

The Dynamic Dinosaur, it be.

By Caius McQuillen
9 years old
Year 5

Red Kite

An aeroplane, it soars through the blue,

Circling rodents, to attack and chew.

Like a missile, it plummets to the ground,

It glides through the air, not making a sound.

A scavenger, it searches for food,

Then takes it back home, to feed its own brood.

If you see one, it is an amazing sight,

Hang-glider, arrow, fighter jet, red kite.

Nye Bishop

Year 6



My Cat

My cat Paddy has furry paws,

But they’re not as dangerous as his claws.

Sharp as razors, made to kill,

Out on a hunt he’s silent and still.

In the house in front of the fire,

The nights on the tiles obviously tire.

Whiskers twitching, curled up on the rug,

Warm and cosy, looking smug.

He plays in the garden, singing his song.

He dodges and jumps all day long.

But when he’s hungry he flicks his tail,

He bursts into the kitchen without fail.

Alex Warrior
Year 5
9 years old