DRAGON BEGAN

Dragon began,
Scaly, brown like a tree’s bark,
Shadowy sacks as black night,
That’s the texture of my dragon.

For the eyes that haunt people minds,
Yellow slits for its eyes,
Red like blood,
Ears that point into the air and can hear the quietest whisper.

For the noise that bursts peoples eardrums,
Screeching like nails on a black board.
A roar - like the angriest volcano,
That’s what my dragon sounds like.

Through the sky he fly’s so delicately,
As I he runs he rocks the world,
He glides like the wind through rain and snow,
That’s the movement of my dragon.

These bloody claws were made,
With the shape of a crescent moon,
The sharpness of a pinhead,
The colours of mould lay in the nails,
Still they manage to scratch people.

The flames it blows out of its mouth are like, the flames of hell,
The colours of death,
And with that the Dragons flames were made.
The wings we have now moved on to,
They’re as delicate as snow,
As sleek as the wind,
Now the dragon is made.

Kallum Peel – 7 SYK

Dolphin began
She took the clicking of a pen
And the squeaking of a dog’s toy
And made her voice.

For her skin
She took the smoothness of silk
She took the sliminess of soap
She also took the greyness of rain clouds.

From the Cheetah she took the speed
for her swim
The kangaroo’s jump
And the divers dive
To make her movement

From the marble
She took the glass
And she took the black from charcoal for her eyes

She took the smile from the Cheshire cat
She took the playfulness of a child
And the cleverness of a human.

And dolphin was made

Lauren Chapman – 7 RSN

Polar Bear began
She pushes herself through
The harsh winds
Courteously and carefully not
Cracking any ice

As she calls
For her cubs and family,
With a deep , loud growly
Type of noise
Like
White snow
Her thick coat keeps her warm
From the freezing Arctic conditions
Blending into the snowy background

Like pins
Her claw grip her to the ground.
Making sure she doesn’t slip
Ripping open animals to eat
For her breakfast

Her glinting eyes
The beautiful blue colour of the sky
Glinting in her dark gloomy cave
The eyes are the only visible feature.

She is proud of
Her little white stubby tail.
And her flattish nose
They’re protected from extinction
Because of their thick woolly coat.

Bethany Lowe – 7 SCO

CHINCHILLA BEGINS

Chinchillas began
For the tail they took the spikiness of a brush
For the coat they took the softness of a brand new teddy.
For the eyes they took the redness of the post boxes and the blackness of the sky.
For their movement they took the leap of a pogo stick.
For the colour they took the greyness of rain clouds.
For their ears they took the curve of a bridge.

Bethany Dobson – 7 BRI

She took the orange from the fire
And the yellow from the sun.
And made her coat.

She took the blackness of the night
And made her eyes
She took the springs from a mattress
And made her ears.

She took the thunder to make her bark.
She took the lightning
And made her movement.

She took the points from the stars
And made her teeth and claws.

And Dog was made

James Bryson – 7 SCO

His skin
Was formed from the slates on roofs
And the greenness of leaves

His ears were dug from a tiny worm in the
Side of his head

He moves
Like a slinky dog from side to side
But mostly he sleeps

His hands were carved from boulders
His claws were teeth from a monster’s mouth

His tail was moulded from steel
In a lance’s shape

His voice came from a bear’s grunt

So Komodo dragon was made

Edward Garbett – 7 RSN

Tortoise began
He took gold from the sun
And dappled his bark-like shell.

For his eyes he took
Tiny scraps of polished jet
And sprinkled them with star dust

He used the silence of the night
And borrowed the peace from the depths of space
And made his voice.

He took a baby’s crawl
And the policemen’s plod
Then mixed them up to make his travel.

Then at daybreak he took the butchers sausages And the croc’s scales
He had made his stubby arms and legs.

He took the rub from a new rubber and painted it Mottled grey
To make his tail

Poppy Crow – 7 SYK