Blackberry Poem (winner of the RSPB 2013 Wildverse competition, under 8s category)

How empty and dangerous the field is now
The trees that beckon us onto the Ely Trail
I nearly toppled over a hidden rock
Got hurt by a thistle
Pricked by a thorn
But we’re alive with blackberries
Growing with blackberries
Buzzing with brambling fever

Here’s a ripe one
Black and juicy
Someone pull me through the thistles
I’m going like a Japanese bullet train
Help! I’ve fallen into a bed of nettles!


florabumboFlora Poem (2013)

You wetnose
You stucktail
You deepear
You arched claw
Powerful pouncer
Gifted slider
Scram expert
Stroke liker
Clever chaser
Hard biter
Licking lover
Long sleeper
Yawning waker


Kittens Poem (2014)

Silky, Siggy, Fireboy and me
Sitting on top of the coconut tree
Then down we fall with a dump bump bump
And a dump bump bump
And a dump bump bump
“Ow!” says Silky, “What a thump!”
Then we get up again, what a surprise!
Are you pulling our leg?
We can’t believe our eyes!
A purple coloured peach goes whizzling past
“I say”, says I, “is this a game of I-spy?”
And Siggy, Silky, Fireboy and me
Are sitting on top of the coconut tree


The Monkey House (2014)

Two doors
Torch friendly
A little barn of blue cloth
With pegs and ropes tying it down
Compact and comfortable in the day
Miserable and freezing in the night

No telly, no Wii
No radio, no PC
The only thing there was to play
Was Monopoly

Zazie got the green pen
From my activity book
She tried to make a stain on my shirt
If I went in a straight line she was sure to catch up
So I went in circles round the tent
I didn’t see the guy ropes!
Ouch! That hurt!
Zazie kept running
I scrambled up
Too late.
One ruined shirt.

You never know what’s round the corner
In the Monkey House.


Spring is Blooming by The York Street Preachers (2015)

We’re driving along in the car
And the trees and fields are full of hearts
Now it’s stifling hot
And I’m moving like a robot
Winter is dropping
Spring is blooming
And everything’s heading our way
Postbox to lab cat
Telephone to lab rat
(2nd verse)
Now everyone’s asking us questions
About our best intentions
But I just want to get away
For another day
(Middle Eight)
Fertiliser, garden centre
And the scent of flowers too
I just want
To spend some time
With you
(3rd verse)
We’re gonna knock off to bed
But we hear a beep instead
The telephone again I know
But I can’t stay low
(Chorus 2x)
Written by Jordi Blake

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