Garden Wishlist

I just really want all these different types of cactus and succulent :( but I currently have no money to fulfill my wish so I will just wait till I have some and than start my collection! 

Fancy Shmores (fancy) Party

Mother’s Day Weekend

Kingsmead Eyes Speak (10 year old poets)

‘Kingsmead Eyes Speak’ is a radical collaboration between the children and staff of Kingsmead Primary School and photographers Gideon Mendel and Crispin Hughes . A class of 10 year old pupils spent an intensive week working with the photographers in the school, then a month documenting their friends, families, community and school life. (link)

Along with photos the 10 year olds also wrote a poem that had some relation to their photos, here are some of my favorite along with one of their photos. 
(if you click the link under their photo you can hear a recording of them reading their poem and it makes everything a million times more amazing!)

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The Way My Mum Remembers her Mum & Dad

She paints her nails to remember,

Her father and mother,

Who passed away last December,

Brought up in a dusty Jamaican street,

Playing kick-can in the rising heat,

This poem is a place they can still meet,

Her smile was a swaying hammock,

Hung between palm trees,

His laugh was Calypso music carried on the breeze,

Although she is very sad,

My Mum will always remember her Mum and Dad.

-Jodine

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The Hand

Down in the dark streets,

No children are playing,

But there’s a little girl stood alone,

And when you listen,

 she is saying

HELP ME!

Someone get my mummy!

The big hand is back again,It picks me up from my friends,

And puts me into unusual places,

Among strangers and unfamiliar faces,

Last week I was playing outside,

When the hand came and I didn’t have time to hide,

It dropped me in the middle of the moon,

And it disappeared, I was marooned,

I had to wait for the space shuttle to arrive,

I found it very difficult to survive,

The hand returned yesterday,

And put me screaming in a stack of hay,

I was almost eaten by a cow,

And the hand is hovering over me now,

Please don’t take me Mr Hand,

Don’t abandon me on a foreign land,

Don’t put me on stage with a bonkers rock band,

Don’t put me on a summit of a high mountain,

Or leave me alone in Ireland,

Or bury me in Sahara sand,

Or at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,

I will give you a million trillion grand,

Just leave me alone Mr Hand.

-Damian

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Trouble

My sister is in trouble again,
She ran away with her best friend,
And broke into London zoo,
Stole seven baboons and an elephant too,
She keeps them safe under the bed,
Keeps them happy and well fed,
In her wardrobe she also keeps,
Fourteen horses and half a sheep,
My sister is in trouble,
For stealing other people’s animals,
There is a shark in a toilet bowl,
And a red gorilla that she quietly stole,
And a tiger paced the fridge compartment,
Animals are taking over my apartment,
I am writing this standing on a chair,
Eye to eye with a killer bear.

-Murat

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Standing on a tall mountain
Calling for help, shouting
All around me is an angry blue sky
I’m on the top of the mountain, very high
The trees seem to be surrounding me
I screamed for help and tried to break free
All the clouds are coming together to form rain
When the water clashes down I scream with pain
I don’t know why Mother Nature is starting to attack
Maybe she’s getting her revenge back
For global warming and pollution
It’s time for nature’s revolution.

-Carlita

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The Dreaming Sisters

Me and my sisters sleep and dream,

About our holiday in Spain, the one that will gleam,

We come out the sea and shake our self down,

Then go to get ice-cream from the Spanish clown,

Now we go to our hotel room and have a shower,

Next is mini disco for kids, IT’S A WHOLE HOUR!

Tomorrow we will go to the club Tots, Team and Tribe,

Last time we did writing and I was the scribe,

But first we will have our food,

Play in the pool,

Make some new friends,

Look very cool,

Because we can go anywhere when in this room,

And dream anything from a picture that’s happy to a picture full of doom.

-Ferdosi

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The glass broke like the hearts of children

The little girl disappeared from the building

All you can see is broken glass

It looks like the little girl’s life has passed

Did she die or did she run away?

No one knows if she’s here to say

We don’t know if her mum is crying

Or is the picture just lying?

-Athena

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Ghost boy
 Look at me
I am a ghost
As thin as wind
I am standing close
I fly like birds
I fly like kites
I pass through
Walls and hunt the night
People crowding
People crying
But I was the one that was dying
I was the one calling your name
I begged for help
But you never came
I was that boy who ran into the street
Now my life is incomplete
A stopped heart beat
My sister waits
My silent twin
For when we can be together again.

-David