HOUSES
HOUSE POETRY Year Group winners
The Bald Eagle One sunny day the bald eagle Brown body, snowy-feathered head and tail Stretches her wings eight feet across Sets off across a rocky Northern bay From her massive eyry perched high on a cliff High-soaring wings almost completely flat Piercing large eyes search for prey Even from a very long distance Massive, yellow hooked beak twitching Powerful talons slashing in anticipation Heavy head looking over its shoulder Then the death-defying swoop Down to the water Catching the fish without landing Releasing only a triumphant squeak Direct, fast flight back to the eyry Ripping flesh from its prey Strong muscular yellow legs and feet in action Apex predator of the avian world Theo Djidetchian, 5W
Treemendous A young tree grew stronger, stretching up towards the sunlight
His roots cling to the soil and search out precious water. He swings in the blustery wind dancing to the whistle He sheds his leaves like tears Sad that summer has ended. His branches bend like a hair Under the weight of the boy Trying to grab an apple with each whack of the axe He then came crushing down. He is still.
Running through his life First day of school, he rushes to the school gates Amid the yells of parents. The door opens and he runs Onto the track. Loving mums waiting for sports day. Socks, top, trainers. All ready. The competitors are ready, and as the gun fires he runs
Eshan Chharawala, 3G
Tornado Alley A tornado dips from black clouds in the summer sky, A violent vortex swirling and spinning, Powerful and frightening. Whirling around like a washing machine, Rumbling and roaring like a speeding freight train, Earth dissolving in the air, A grey, churning shell chewing a deadly path, Thunder clapping above me. Lightning striking on the ground, Trees bending impossibly in the wind, A soundless crash, A silent shriek. People running for their storm shelters, Doors banging and walls vibrating It hops between fields and buildings, now black with debris and dirt, Swishing and swooshing, Mindless and hungry. Cars rolling and buildings tossed like match sticks. It passes by, leaving a trail of wet, muddy and soggy land. A whiff of wetness fills the air, Everything has gone. A dreadful sight of trees and rooftops scattered on the ground. Nikolas Vrahimis, 4M
Into the house shouting “A+ A+! The parents scream with delight.
Tears of joy. Top marks. School is over, and he runs
Into the crowd. England are loving him, the fastest man, possibly. The smell of the asphalt fills his nostrils, And he crouches into the blocks. The Beep emits from the block, and he walks
Into the care room, awaiting the diagnosis, The medical smell leers at him mockingly And he gets up slowly. A nurse beckons for him, and he lies, In the hospital bed, his family waiting patiently. He tries to mutter something clver, witty, But nothing comes. Silently, he floats
Into the air, his ashes speckling the sky. His family watch tearfully, But in truth he is happy. He is running, running away from the cold, cruel world and into the sky. Oscar Pelly, 6R
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