Lost Words Poems

24th September 2019
Riverside Primary School presents their very own Lost Words Poems...

F2 Otter Song

If I were an otter in a lake,

I’d splish and I’d splash,

And I’d shift my shape,

Otter is a word that will

never be lost to me.
Year One - Conker
 

Year One, we're collecting conkers.

We're trying hard to find the smoothest and the best.

Year One, we're collecting conkers.

We want conkers that are browner than the rest.

 

Horse chestnut trees, growing they will be,

an Autumn sight that we can see.

With fallen leaves,

they might be spiky and green,

a conker so big and bold.

 

Year One, we're collecting conkers.

We're trying hard to find the smoothest and the best.

Year One, we're collecting conkers.

We want conkers that are browner than the rest.

Year Three - Adder

Where, oh where, oh where will you find me?

I am a shy, slithering, scaly adder.

Oh where will you find me?

 

Beside the cold, deep river basking gently,

Above the spiky, smelly bush hunting aggressively,

Below the shady, brown tree hibernating quietly,

Behind the knobbly, old log shedding carefully.

Next to the snowy, tall cliff dancing slowly,

 

Where, oh where, oh where will you find me?

In the wild lands of England,

That’s where you’ll find me.

Year Four - The Larks 

Who am I?

Why I’m a swift, soaring astronaut, seeking heaven.

A sparkling soul swooping through the chilly air,

A sweet, silver song in the love of Liverpool,

A charming chain of sounds above our heads,

A twisting, twirling ballerina dancing within the clouds,

A coffee coloured cloak camouflaging a soldier amongst waving wheat,

A gorgeous, graceful gymnast stretching towards the sun.

Who am I?

Year Five - Ravens

What am I?

 

The black, beady eyes of dishonesty.

The long, rapid legs of adventure.

The gleaming wings of peace.

The vicious claws of skill.

The pointed beak of power.

The firm tail of mischief.

The sad, lonesome head of sorrow.

The silky feathers of pride.

The cunning bird of freedom.

 

I am the dark Raven of protection.

Year Six - Kingfisher

This is a story all about how a kingfisher moved swift and sound.

If you’d like to take a minute just sit right there,

I’ll tell you how I became a king of lake in Asia.

 

Frommm Europe to Asia born and raised,

Lakes and rivers is where I spent most of my days,

Hovering – diving – eating some shrimp,

Speeding rapidly,

AERO-DY-NAMIC!

 

Ohhh this is a story all about how a hal-c-yon shone resplendent and proud.

If you’d like to take a minute just sit right there,

I’ll tell you how I ignite rivers in the cold winter air!