Sound Poem
I like the sound of the biscuit crashing down on
the white-capped wake,
our rusty clocks tick tocking in the night, snowballs splattering on my face,
the metal jug boiling in the busy kitchen,
our rusty clocks tick tocking in the night, snowballs splattering on my face,
the metal jug boiling in the busy kitchen,
bacon sizzling in our pan,
my mum calling me out of my cosy bed.
my mum calling me out of my cosy bed.
By Riley
Touch Poem
I like the touch of
the slippery surface of my
bedside lamp,
the gritty feeling of my noisy
rice bubbles,
the silky feeling of my
little sister’s nightgown.
By Riley
I like the sound of
birds chirping in the morning,
the lovely voices of children
singing,
the whimpering sound of my
dog when is scarred,
the purr of my cat when she
is peacefully asleep.
Keira
I like the sound of
the back boot closing,
the bubbling of the pot at
tea time,
the doorbell ringing,
the stapler clicking,
the click of the seatbelt,
the ice sliding across the
table,
loud cars going past,
Jake
I like to touch of
the cold door handle first
thing on a sunny morning,
the warm fluffy toys in my
lovely room.
Lucy
I like the sound of
birds tweeting, telling me
its time to get up,
the news on T.V. when I’m
waking up on a lovely day,
the meow of my cat telling me
she wants outside or feed.
Lucy
I like to touch
my cats warm fur when I wake
up in the morning,
the cold murky water in the
river when we take our dog for a walk,
The smooth white pages of
chapter books,
The bumpy hard metal of dad’s
wonderful creations.
Alana
I like the sound of
my big cat purring when it is
happy,
pretty birds singing outside my
yellow window,
the tick tock of my cousin’s
nutons cradle, my trees rattling when I shake the leaves,
The meow of my starving
kitten,
pages turning in a book.
Alana
