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Poetry Corner

Subject: Poetry Corner
From: Clive Mayhew
Date: Dec 07 2000 11:03:21
Following the recent outburst of poetic fervour, I thought someone might like 
to read a couple of real live poems written by kids who won our Hastings 
National Tree Week poetry competition recently:

Trees are wonderful
I love trees

(Age 5)


Tree, trees I love trees
They take care of the bees
They're very stong
They hold nuts
They give wood to build your huts

(Age 7)


My special tree that is often bare
It gets very cold without clothes to wear
It shivers and shakes throught the winter freeze
I'll knit it a jumper with a thousand sleeves!

It gives me shelter when the rain tumbles down
It also shades me when the sun makes me frown
It's tall and strong and always there
My special tree that is often bare

(Age 9)


High up in a tree
That's the life for me
I feel a sense of security
My dad was going to cut it down
Because all te leaves had turned brown

(Age 11)


My brother died before he ever drew breath
So we decided to mark his death
We planted a tree that all could see
A small tree that will grow and grow
And remind me of whom I will never know

(Age 12)
Following the recent outburst of poetic fervour, I thought someone might like to read a couple of real live poems written by kids who won our Hastings National Tree Week poetry competition recently:
 
Trees are wonderful
I love trees
 
(Age 5)
 
 
Tree, trees I love trees
They take care of the bees
They're very stong
They hold nuts
They give wood to build your huts
 
(Age 7)
 
 
My special tree that is often bare
It gets very cold without clothes to wear
It shivers and shakes throught the winter freeze
I'll knit it a jumper with a thousand sleeves!
 
It gives me shelter when the rain tumbles down
It also shades me when the sun makes me frown
It's tall and strong and always there
My special tree that is often bare
 
(Age 9)
 
 
High up in a tree
That's the life for me
I feel a sense of security
My dad was going to cut it down
Because all te leaves had turned brown
 
(Age 11)
 
 
My brother died before he ever drew breath
So we decided to mark his death
We planted a tree that all could see
A small tree that will grow and grow
And remind me of whom I will never know
 
(Age 12)


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