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Winners
1. Joe Van Rietschoten
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release |
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dismiss |
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2. Ella McKewin Smith
'Air'
Seagulls-swooping
Sea-splashing
Clouds-drifting
Bubbles-floating
Sunlight-glittering
Smell - Mmmmm fish and chips.
Burp - there's some air from my tummy.
3. Frankie Shinn
'I started Thinking'
Mrs Longton Howarth told us to make a New Year's resolution.
I started thinking.
And then I decided to do without air.
Because it's old and smelly and it gives people bugs.
And my resolution starts now and next I'm going to...
urghhhhh
4. Frank Murr-Stevens
'Clouds'
I see a blue elephant trying to put out the sun.
I see a tiger hunting for its tea.
I see a bee buzzing in the dark.
I see a wolf howling at the moon.
I see an ice child playing with whales.
I see a dragon blowing fire from its mouth.
5. Dak Montana
'The air that I breath is full of..........'
The air that I breath is full of popcorn waiting to see a movie. Trees wet by the rain. Car fumes waiting to cross the road. Sea salt when I am on holidays. Chickens in my aunt's garden and love when I go to see my family in Spain.
Runners up
Josie Lambert
'Josie's poem of air in different seasons'
Air in spring is warm and clam
Freshly scented with new flowers
Air in summer is hot and sweaty
Sound waves of people shouting
Air in autumn is cool and gusty
Colourful leaves everywhere
Air in winter is cold and crisp
The smell of pine needles drift
That is air in different seasons
Elisha Misra
'Air'
I wish I was a bubble
Flying through the air
I would not have to brush my teeth
Or brush my hair
I wish I was a bubble
Floating in the Sky
Watching all the children play
As I float by
I wish I was a bubble
I wish it never stops
But if I was a bubble
One day I would Pop
Pop Pop POP
Sam Harrison
'Air Street'
Under the street glow worms hide.
Under the street rats run fast.
Under the street skeletons cry.
Under the street moles dig.
Under the street spiders catch flies.
Under the street bugs scuttle.
Under the street dust crumbles.
Under the street pipes drip.
Samina Speirs
He whispers in my ear as he flies my kite
In the daylight air.
He is the one who blows
The leaves off the trees.
He is the one who howls my name.
He dances with the leaves,
They swirl and whirl up and down and around.
Who is invisible and can't be found
But whispers in my face?
Tamsyn Furneaux
Wind,
I'm so angry!
Why do you ruin my hair like a crazy shredder?
Why snatch my book bag like a bully in the playground?
You sound like a squeaky whistle - STOP!
Don't sweep up the sea, it towers over my head like a huge mountain…
Be Quiet!
Juno Joiner Brown
'Air'
I am a night caller high in the sky.
Whistling and screeching.
Playing hide and seek I always win
For I'm always there, thick and thin.
Racing through backstreets, kicking
Up storms, Banging windows,
Slamming doors.
Stealing your hat, taking your scarf.
I'm air and I like a laugh.
Elime Shrewsbury
'Air poem'
If I were a seagull I'd go anywhere,
But my favourite place would be the air.
I'd go around town nicking chips,
Doing somersaults and doing flips,
I'd dive up high,
And dive down low,
Swishing and curving as I go,
Scaring everybody I meet
As I soar above Air Street
Ella Morris
'I can be'
I can be cruel
And steal people's hats
I can be kind,
And help you relax
I can be strong,
And blow you away
I can be mild,
And help you to play
I can be warm
When you laze by the river
I can be cold,
And make people shiver.
Emilia Gibson
'A short handwritten story'
The breeze ran through her ebony hair
Which was lit by the diamond in the sky
Starlight sat on a nearby bench and
Watched the moon die behind the cloud.
As the air woke the sun the air gave
Starlight a life. And starlight gave the air
A future.
Michael Thomas
'My Air Poem'
Here comes air, chasing the balloon
To the end of the road and past the saloon.
Look at him go, as fast as a flash
But the baloon's run away now he just made a dash.
Now air is tired, he's all out of breath
So he stopped on the motorway and went to Little Chef.
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