Poem Selection

Note: When the children write out the poems PLEASE ensure that the titles are not written all in caps, nor are they underlined.

Class A

Worm Words

by Tony Mitton

“Keep still!”
said Big Worm
to Little Worm.
“You’re driving me
round the bend.”

“Don’t be daft,”
said Little Worm.
“I’m your other end.”

Class B


by Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball as perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me.
I made it some pyjamas and a pillow for its head.
Then, last night it ran away.
But first — it wet the bed.


“Snowball” from Falling Up

by Shel Silverstein. @ 1996 Evil Eye Music, Inc. Used by permission.

Class C


by James Reeves

They rise like sudden fiery flowers
That burst upon the night,
Then fall to earth in burning showers
Of crimson, blue and white.

Like buds too wonderful to name,
Each miracle unfolds
And Catherine wheels begin to flame
Like whirling marigolds.

Rockets and Roman candles make
An orchard of the sky,
Where magic trees their petals shake
Upon each gazing eye

Class D

Give and Take

byRoger McGough

I give you clean air

You give me poisonous gas

I give you mountains

You give me quarries


I give you pure snow

You give me acid rain

I give you spring fountains

You give me toxic canals


I give you a butterfly

You give me a plastic bottle

I give you a blackbird

You give me a stealth bomber


I give you abundance

You give me waste

I give you one last chance

You give me excuse after excuse after excuse.

Class E


Eleanor Farjeon

From the blood of Medusa
Pegasus sprang.
His hoof of heaven
Like melody rang,
His whinny was sweeter
Than Orpheus’ lyre,
The wing on his shoulder
Was brighter than fire.

His tail was a fountain,
His nostrils were caves,
His mane and his forelock
Were musical waves,
He neighed like a trumpet,
He cooed like a dove,
He was stronger than terror
And swifter than love.

He could not be captured,
He could not be bought,
His rhythm was running,
His standing was thought;
With one eye on sorrow
And one eye on mirth,
He galloped in heaven
And gambolled on earth.

And only the poet
With wings to his brain
Can mount him and ride him
Without any reins,
The stallion of heaven,
The steed of the skies,
The horse of the singer,
Who sings as he flies.