Just a few things I have dabbled in, aimed at children. Plus a few things written by kids themselves!

 

 

 

This was published in Bluechrome's charity anthology 'A Sporting Chance.' (Boho Press 2003.)

 

 

 

There’s a football in the sky

Someone kicked it way too high

It got caught up there

Stuck in a web of stars

 

Someone with a fearsome boot

Sent it on its’ astral route

To leave it hanging

Just up and right of Mars

 

It’s shiny, round and bright

And on a very clear night

You can see it glowing

Like a torch beam in the gloom

 

Sometimes it looks like it will land

Like you can touch it with your hand

That football thing

 

By Nathan Coomber, aged 12. A young friend of mine, with a definite talent for poetry, I'd say!

 

 

The Two Hour Journey

 

On the journey we travelled on the motorway,

We didn’t get far and it turned into a horrible day.

 

My dad has a black Audi and that’s what we travelled in,

And I started feeling hungry so I decided to eat something.

 

I ate a ham sandwich and it tasted really nice,

This made me even hungrier so I ate a bowl of rice.

 

The day got even worse and there was loads more rain,

I had hoped for a sunny day and that was a great pain.

 

As we were driving, there was plastic in the road,

We swerved out of the way, instead we squashed a toad.

 

After a whole two hours we turned round the last bend,

Feeling pretty tired we had got there in the end.

 

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The Beast of Burford

 

The beast of Burford,

Is a big black cat,

I was walking my dog,

And there it just sat.

 

His huge yellow eyes,

Were beaming at me,

As soon as I saw it,

It fled straight past a tree.

 

I ran straight over,

To where he had gone,

I saw him in the distance,

Where the moonlight shone.

 

I ran to keep up,

With excitement in my head,

The beast was still running,

On and on he fled.

 

I came to a river,

 Paw prints in the mud,

And right behind me.

Came a big loud thud.

 

I turned around,

And I went all numb,

There the cat stood,

Again he decided to run.

 

I wanted to chase him,

But my dog let out a groan,

So we decided not to,

And just went home.

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(I love the title for this one!)

 

The Nan and Grandad Test

 

My Nan is called Mary,

And she has a very distinctive laugh,

She really likes her bathroom,

‘Cause she puts stickers on her bath.

 

My Grandad is called Len,

He likes wine and whisky too,

When Nan says “little wine Len?”

Grandad howls aooooh!!

 

My Nan and Grandad are special,

They are the worlds best,

Always really kind,

They get top marks in my test.

 

 

 

by Nathan Coomber.