Year 5 have been writing poems about the river as part of their Literacy and Geography learning.
Here are a few of them…
Slowly moving like a snail
Leaping and diving through the land.
Animals falling and drowning;
the poor river gets the blame but it’s not its fault.
The river cries but nobody can see its tears,
The poor river needs a friend.
Thunder storms are brewing,
The river begs for mercy;
The thunder storm is not forgiving.
Animals running for cover
The thunder hits the trees:
A baby flame appears
Suddenly, the flame grows,
The flame extends to other trees.
Burning trees collide with the river.
When a gale blows, trees swish and sway
as I begin to make my way.
Over rocks and pebbles, I shiver and quiver
through the night-lit sky reflected in the river.
During winter I freeze to ice,
which is very cold and not that nice.
My beautiful waves gush and rush
as the freezing ice floes begin to crush.
As the leaves turn emerald green
the water starts to form a stream.
The river gurgles and burbles back to life
overcoming winter’s strife.
Summer enters with boiling heat
giving me a fantastic treat
Flowers and blossoms start blooming
as the wind once again starts brewing.
Trees full of auburn leaves,
leaves us with some autumn breeze
I fall asleep again
and that’s how my journey ends.
I burn with curiosity when humans dive into my body.
Presumptuous, I laugh with joy as the sun shoots balls of flames at me.
My mood changes as the weather turns against me.
The currents I make flood the ground, as I sense fear and danger all around.
Swallowing islands overnight, the influence I have on people is intoxicating.
As my fingers grab energy from other tributaries, I rampage everything I see or feel.
As I arrive to my destination, other currents rush me into the sea.
Drop, drop, drop.
I feel the rain pouring into me, like its haunting me.
The Musical River
As the river conducts the trees, they dance by the river bank.
Badgers and deer wake up to the wonderful symphony of the rushing rapids.
The river plays the cymbals as it collides against the rocks.
People travel from afar to listen to the magic band.
Finally, the river meet its favourite audience: The sea.
The River Mouse
The river is birthed from the mountain.
Leaping down the valley.
Slithering like a serpent.
Through the trees, crawls and crawls while cubs hunt for fish.
Scurrying along like a mouse.
Fish dart through his throat.
In the winter, he catches a chill.
Sick until Spring.
In Summer, sunlight shines.
In Autumn, leaves bedecked with flecks of brown and gold hue.
The end is near.
Now the river is free from its icy prison.
The river is a hunter,
that hunts the sea.
It meanders and sways,
left to right,
with the fish swimming side by side.
The river is like a mirror,
reflecting the sun’s light,
gleaming and booming with delight,
as it moves on with flecks of silver and gold and blue.
Rushing, gushing, as quickly as it goes,
It stumbles upon swirls of mist and pebbly stones.
The peaceful melody of the river,
so clam and relaxing,
Animals dance and hum along,
As the river reaches for the sea.
When water reaches the earth, a small drop of life starts.
And it makes a splash into a puddle of rain which trickles down, very slowly into the cold, distant snow-capped mountains.
The rain starts to all, bit by bit and gradually, it starts to emerge into a great river stream.
It glows crystal blue, in the rain so delicate and new.
Although the soft melody of the sapphire blue water flows, flecks of silver, gold and blue shimmer as the sun regrows in the early morning dawn.
The sharp water invigorates as the rushing current sways. Dense patches of woodland snuggle up near by the river.
The swishing and swooshing from the river flutters away to the empty space far and wide.
As the snaking river meanders from side to side, it resembles a little bird in the sky.
When winter is here, the river stars to shiver and quiver. A thunder strikes. Dense patches of barren trees collide. Ice floes all over the crystal blue river.
Flowers bloom and start to roost in the flourishing trees. The river is ecstatic; snaking along its floor, hearing beautiful birds chirping.
The sparkling river glints at the sun. Children and otters diving in and out splashing stunning showers of water onto the lovely bright green grass.
When Autumn occurs, crackling leaves fall into the gorgeous river and makes it way to the sea just in time for tea.
A harmonious melody, a river symphony.
The fingers of children caress the water, creating astonishing music.
The life of the river starts at the peak of a snow-capped mountain, then flowing, descending to a depth-less cave where it then takes its own path.
The music of the river lures in fish like a siren, calling men.
As the moon-lit sky glints with stars vitality expands within me.
As day appears, the sun-lit heavens reflect off the river, creating a magnificent illusion.
The river’s skin is soothed by the delicate touch of the leaves.
Once the moon awakens, the sun goes to sleep.
The shadow of the blue-bell appears on the surface of the river.