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Key Stage 2 - Fair Furlong School:
‘caught in between’ | haikus | mood & colour poems
‘time to go, time to leave’ | visual art | collages

Key Stage 3 - Cleeve School:
storyboards | analysing the film | poems about being different | a new school

Lonely old me

I walked in.
The room full of unfamiliar faces.
Grey and emotionless,
None of them I knew.

Like a blind man seeing for the first time.
My friends left me at the door.
I was alone.
A lion away from the pack.

Looking around,
I could see Noah’s Ark.
Everyone going in two by two.
I was the one left out to die.

My guardian angel,
Stopped, saw me and picked me up.
She lifted me in a time of need.
And made me feel welcome.

A birthday cake shared out between everyone.
Part of everything.
Happy and content.
New stage, new scenes, new actors.

My D-Day

Pupils towering over me,
From top to bottom,
Curious teachers,
Chatting pupils,
And lonely old me.

Tall staircases,
To bigger classrooms,
Hefty homework books,
Chatting pupils,
And lonely old me.
A bigger environment,
With bigger opportunities
And bigger egos,
Chatting pupils,
And lonely old me.
An empty seat next to me
In the crowded tutor room,
Chatting pupils,
And lonely old me.
My old friends leaving me behind,
But not looking back,
Chatting pupils,
And lonely old me.
Someone saying hello,
Making me feel happy,
And realising I’m not such a lonely old me.

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I didn’t want to go.
I didn’t want to leave.
They said I should give it a chance.
I couldn’t bear the thought.
All those horrible boys.
How would I cope?
I wouldn’t get anywhere, I wouldn’t get anywhere.
We played games in the top set, had more fun.
I was disappointed put back.
The teacher in the top set, bottom and my mum made the decision.
The teacher was different.
I was fed up with this and as soon as idea popped up.
I know I wouldn’t get my say.
I decided to give the oyster the sight and say,
Yes!

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