Woodland poems

P2-7 were learning to listen to the sounds of nature in the woods last week. The older children wrote poems about what they could hear:

Woodland

In the woods this morning
We heard lots of sounds
Some sounded happy
Some were very sad
And sometimes quite annoying.

In the woods this morning
We had lots of fun.
We saw a lot of animals
Playing in the sun.

In the woods this morning
We could hear the wind
We could also hear the leaves
They sounded slightly tinned.

In the woods this morning
We heard lots of sounds
The shrieking of the little ones
Running lots of rounds.

In the woods this morning
We heard lots of sounds
The crashing of the treetops
It must have cost some pounds.

By Miah Bentley

Woods sounds

The plopping of the leaves
As they drop to the grounds
The twittering of the birds
As they fly through the clouds

The screeching of the children
As they go to play
The wishing of the waves
As we were near Scourie bay

The roaring of the wind
As it goes through my hair
The whispering of the child
As his hands were bare

The swishing of the flowers
As the wind grew louder
The shivers through my hands
Grew colder and colder

By Euan Cherry

The Woods

One day in the woods
A strange man came
He took away all the sounds
The woods would never be the same

The whooshing of the wind that we heard
The screeching of the young
The tweeting of the bird
The whispering of the child in their own world

The rustling of the leaves
The rubbing of the jackets
The footsteps of little people
The moving of the tree making such a racket

In the woods
A strange man came
Took away all the sounds
The woods will never be the same

Harvey Macdonald

The Woods Poem  

A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.

The howling of the wind
The whistling of the birds
The rattling of the sticks
The screaming of the kids
The rustling of the leaves
The whispering of the young
The rustling of the jackets
The moving of the boots.

By Katy Forsyth