1+Poetry

We have been looking at the poetry of Pie Corbett this week. We read 'Wings' and also went into the playground to blow bubbles then created some of our own ideas. Here are some of the poems that we wrote.

Bubbles

If I were a bubble I would skim across a jacuzzi like a meteorite gliding

If I were a bubble I would be a fragile feather as still as a polished stone on a beach

If I were a bubble I would disect the fathomless And discover all the coral beneath by Cameron

Bubbles

If I were a bubble I would glide on the wind's breath and catch a million raindrops

If I were a bubble I would be as delicate as a leaf and pop with a single touch of a finger

If I were a bubble I would drop like a bomb And explode and end my short life by Reece

Bubbles

If I were a bubble I would fly away high, up to the sky and see fluffy white clouds float past slowly

If I were a bubble I would watch fish swim hurriedly deep in fathomless oceans and seas

If I were a bubble I would soar and swoop like an eagle diving down to catch its prey by Kieran

Bubbles

If I were a bubble I would float across a fathomless salty sea and settle on a smooth rock

If I were a bubble I would be like a graceful butterfly floating across fourteen daisies

If I were a bubble I would fly across a garden then drift down and pop on freshly cut grass by Elise

Bubbles

If I were a bubble I would float over the land and peep at the fathomless murky sea

If I were a bubble I would glide over the grasping hands of the trees swaying in the punching wind

If I were a bubble I would fly through the air as a spherical, smooth crystal

If I were a bubble I would glide, fragile as a floating feather through the fluffy clouds by Daniel

Bubbles

If I were a bubble I would float across a fathomless, murky sea while watching the waves coming in.

If I were a bubble I would be a graceful bird hunting my prey Over a colourful rainforest crowded with insects

If I were a bubble I would float like a balloon in the bright blue sky and watch the clouds sail beneath me.

Megan

Bubbles

If I were a bubble I would fly into the sky over the clouds, goodbye, goodbye.

If I were a bubble I would float to the deserts past palm trees and a fathomless pool. Flying higher, higher.

If I were a bubble I would continue my journey for 10 000 miles until I pop like a smashing glass, dying, dying.

Heather.

Can you spot the word that was 'Magpied' from Mr Sutcliffe's assembly?


 * These are just some of the poems we wrote.**
 * More of our poetry will be on display at parents evening.**