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The Whirlpool
Maniacal eyes pierce the darkness
Immobilizing his prey
The Whirlpool waits patiently, patiently
Slowly sucking, sucking
Icy fingers outstretched
Pulling, pulling
Dragging him closer and closer
To be devoured
And to face the wrath of this forgotten
fiend.
By Jonathan 6D
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The Strangler Vine
The strangler vine seeks
his prey
Slowly advancing,
spreading, growing
Emerging from the forest
floor
Growing, engulfing,
enveloping
Into the canopy he
climbs
Tightening, squeezing
The mortal tree is
crippled, he groans in pain
Crushing, suffocating
The deed is nearly done
Closing, restricting
The deadly embrace ends
Murder in the Amazon
By Lachlan 6D
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The
Plant
Sulkily the plant
Crouched – with its
blood-curdling movement
Begins creeping,
creeping
Sulkily the plant
Mad with hunger
Climbing, climbing
Sulkily the plant
Into the shadows it goes
With no purpose at all
Sulkily the plant
Continues its searching
Reaching, reaching
Sulkily the plant-
An old lady searching
her lost one
By James 6D |
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The
Sea
The trees sway playfully
Pointing their green
fingers towards the beach
Where waves roll on the
sand
Towards the high rocks
it can’t reach
They pull back with all
their might
And thrust blue hands
forth with a shout
With disappointment they
wait
Till high tide will come
out
The sea waits patiently
Though the cliff face is
sneering
The waves will break it
someday
And remove all that is
adhering
Up on the teasing cliff
The trees still sway
Watching their perch
Teasing the water like
every other day
By Binita 6D
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Phillip's Story
Bound for Virginia
Got torpedoed on the way
Landed on a raft
Heading for dismay
Everything was black
I think I was blind
Next to me there was a man
He was not very kind
Almost got eaten by sharks
He saw an
island it was true
I loved being on land
But I couldn’t be more blue.
By Kristie C 6D
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The Car
The car gives a growl
And sets off.
Through the gate,
Round and around the
Roundabout it goes, and
Soon its gets dizzy!
Down the road it jumps,
Soon it gives a squeal
of pain.
Panting like a dog,
It gets pushed.
With a burst of
laughter,
It chugs off again,
Like a child given a can
of Coke!
By Seetha 6D
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Mrs Davies the Bat
and the Fly
One sunny day,
Mrs Davies saw a fly.
She got hold of a bat
And watched it fly by.
‘Drat!’ She thought,
‘I have to kill it!’
She got into position
And with that she hit it.
‘Yes!’ She thought
‘Victory at last’
She thought she would celebrate
But the fly flew past.
‘What?’ Mrs Davies cried
‘I thought it was dead!’
It buzzed around
And landed on her head.
As tired as a wombat,
Mrs Davies took a leap;
The fly was happily buzzing
And Mrs Davies fell asleep.
By Kristie 6D
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Mum, the Cloth and the Bee
Yesterday morning,
I woke up to see,
My poor mother chasing,
A small bumble bee.
It was out in the lounge room,
Flying around,
While my mother kept tripping,
And hitting the ground.
“It’s hopeless,” she cried,
“I’m as slow as a sloth!”
So she turned on the tap,
And pulled out a cloth.
Once the cloth,
Was as wet as the sea,
She ran right back,
And aimed at the bee.
It hurled through the air,
That soaking cloth,
It took out the bee,
And it took out a moth.
The deed was done!
We had slaughtered the bee!
But was it really dead?
We shall wait and see…
By Lachlan 6D |
Mum, Dad and the tea
This morning my dad
Was making some tea
My mummy said,
“Can you make one for me?”
So my dad and my mum
Were drinking some tea
Dad said, “Love have you
Seen my car keys?”
Then I came downstairs
While holding the keys
And I asked my dad
“Are you looking for these?”
Dad then went to work
As fast as could be
Because he was late
From drinking his tea
So dad went to work
And mum came to me
“Hey Timmy my boy”
Would you like to have tea?”
By Timothy
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The Classroom
In the classroom the
pencil case opens,
Out jumps the ruler,
pens and sharpener,
With great care the
calculator is seized,
It is worried about
losing its batteries,
But remembers that it is
solar powered
The bell rings and the
children like a herd of elephants
run towards the door,
In the school bag the
drink bottle is sweating
because it is nervous of its first day at
school,
It is scared that it
will leak.
When the class arrives
back from recess the sharpener got a little hungry and like telepathy
the child sharpened a pencil for the sharpener
When the end of school
bell rang the stationary were all happy and excited to come back the
next day
The sun rose up and the
moon went down to see the wonderful stationary in sight
by Tahnia 6D |
The Thunderstorm
The Thunderstorm is
angry,
He roars all day and
night.
Booming across the land,
In a rage while his
voice echoes.
Punishing every human
With thunder bolts.
Causing every fire
With lightning strikes.
At the end of his
resentment,
Sorrow comes over our
Thunderstorm.
And the rain pattering
over the land,
Are the tears from The
Thunderstorm’s eyes.
by
Erica 6D
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The
Rain
It pounds against the
rooftops
Making puddles on the
ground
Watering gardens
And filling up dams
With big loud sounds
It pours down
Making thunder clash
And lightning strike
Crying oceans of tears
Rain...a meteorite
hitting the earth.
by Kristie 6D
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