Category Archive: Children’s Stories

  1. Our Grounds

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    It looks like flowers blooming with love

    It sounds like a Cuckoo bird on its way to its baby

    It feels like thorny bushes running across my skin

    It tastes like cold air hitting my tongue

    It smells like elderflower letting its smell go wild

  2. Ploughing

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    I can see…..a small cottage in the distance and some freshly cut grass.

    I can hear…..birds chirping in the sky and trees blowing by the wind.

    I can feel… feet sinking in the mud and leaves everywhere.

    I can smell…..smoke from the cottage, pollen from the trees and flowers

  3. Ploughing

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    Ground before as flat as a tidy bed

    The plough as dangerous as a poisonous snake

    Ground after as brown as chocolate logs

    Farmer as hard working as a doctor

    Horse as slow as a snail

  4. Opening Ground

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    A girl dug in the ground at 12 o’clock beside her house.

    She placed in the ground the sound of her granny laughing, all her cousins, friends and her family voice.

    She placed in the ground gymnastics, dancing and discos with her friends.

    She placed in the ground the sadness of her granny dying, and when she forgot her teddy in Mayo.

    She placed in the ground the happiness of spending time with her cousins in the sea and the lake.

    She placed in the ground a picture of her family.

    Then a forest grew, beside her house of her wonderful life.

    Every tree of flower would be a memory, happy or sad.

  5. Opening Ground

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    A little house among the big woods is camouflaged by flowers and trees.

    A sunset pathway leading from the forest to a new land.

    Worms dig and wriggle like a freshly silent concertino.

    A fairy house in the middle of a forest hides in moss covered tree stump.

    A white shadow sky with little sparkling stars shimmering in the water.

  6. Wonderland

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    I trip and fly through my adventurous, wondrous imagination:

    The ancient leaning trees towering over the abandoned little cottage,

    The shimmer of light shines onto the glossy river leading into the unknown…

    Sparkling fireflies dart and whizz piercing the darkness of the enchanted forest,

    The toadstools like lollipops dipped into a rainbow,

    Worms dig in and out of the clumpy soil just like fresh concertinas.

    What magical adventures will I have next?

  7. Opening Ground

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    Digging up the crumbling brown soil

    Then settling some daffodils down

    Kicking ball out in the open

    With the Sun blazing down


    Opening up my bedroom door to get ready for School

    Pack my lunch and then on the bus I go


    Now I’m at School learning about Pushkin

    Opening Ground is the theme and that is my poem

  8. Where I come from

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    I come from Gortnatraw,
    Where I belong.
    I come from a family of five,
    Where I am loved and cared for.
    I come from a fairy tale,
    That’s never been told.
    I come from a game of chance,
    That goes on forever,
    I come from a song,
    Where the words have no end.
    I come from a secret,
    Of friendship.
    I come from a deadly game,
    And I am the girl who was on fire.
    I come from a box,
    Filled with sparkles and diamonds.
    I come from a world,
    Of colour and magic.
    I come from a poem,
    Which gives me the passion to write.
    I come from the alphabet,
    So I can spell I.
    I come from numbers,
    And I am the number one.
    I come from the light in the sky,
    The heavens smiling at me.
    I come from a cupboard of sweets,
    Marshmallows, crisps and chocolate.
    I come from bubble gum,
    Strawberry, apple and mint.
    That is where I come from.


  9. Amazing Roots

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    These roots are wild and fearsome
    Like a mad dog hunting for its prey.
    They struggle and squirm
    Along the forest floor.
    Their roots slither and slide
    Like a python snake slinking underground.
    The suction of their octopus tentacles
    Holds the tree
    Sternly to the ground.
    These roots are comfortable homes
    For animals and minibeasts.
    Here hedgehogs hibernate,
    Foxes, badgers and cubs.
    Worms wriggle,
    Beetles giggle,
    What a wonderful
    Underground world!


  10. Mum


    My mum is:
    A sick bed soother
    Likes to hoover
    Neat and tidy
    My mum is very bright
    I don’t need to turn on the light
    She likes to sleep (all the time)
    So very very deep
    She counts about twenty sheep
    And she doesn’t even make a peep.

    She’s a first class shopper
    Very sweet
    Gives out love
    Just like a treat
    She really likes to hug a lot
    But it’s really really tight

    She likes pups, kittens, and bunnies too
    And after a bad performance she doesn’t boo
    She hates noise
    And buys lots of toys
    She helps me with a really hard sum
    I just have to say I love you mum.

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