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Hainault Forest Website Poetry Page A WOODLAND TRUST Event held in Hainault Forest on 12th August 2003 |
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Beasts Foxes frolicking Deer dipping Bats bouncing Cats climbing Humans hunting them all down Bethan Thomas
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Autumn leaf A leaf I was Upon a time Swaying happily in the breeze. Autumn came, and I turned brown, And watched friends fluttering down. At last it came my time was up As the trapped sunlight crept across the forest floor Like a stick thrown for a gaming pup. Twisting, turning, fell through the forests hidden doors. The majestic canopy above me, As I sailed through the air, At last my journey really over as the ground I sighted And came to rest by my brothers and sisters, reunited.
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Forest Birds Swooping, flying in the air Hovering, diving around somewhere Birds soaring The wild wind roaring Flap flap all day They roar roar Asking for more Birds are flapping Their wings are clapping Flap, flap away. Elouise Farley
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Beech Tree I was a beautiful beech tree until I got chopped down and made into An ugly figure, everyone looked at me But now everyone just passes me by, like I am not even there I hate being me now.
Michael Steven |
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A Day in the Forest Trees sway gently in the summer breeze Different shades of green on leaves Clinging on branches like magpies to silver On the ground the green leaves dither Butterflies hover above the ground Chasing each other round and round Crispy brown leaves have fallen down Dark is coming hardly a sound SSSSSHHHH! Jessica Murray (11 years old)
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The Lucky Stone I see colours everywhere, The stone is black like human hair, The stone has many lines and streaks, Some people say that this stone reeks. I found this stone here in the forest, This stone of mine will be with me all of the time, This stone of mine will shine through time.
Leila Dyer (11¾)
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Forest Life In the daytime so silent At night when things come out It becomes so violent
Light and shade fall on the ground They look like leopard spots all around
Brown and green leaves Rustling in the breeze
In the daytime so silent At night when things come out It becomes so violent
Mishah Skerritt
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Weeping Willow He stands by the river Dipping his fingers in the water His head scraping the sky His roots stuck in the river bank with mortar
Standing cars fill the park Boys climb on his branches His arms swish in the breeze His trunk bends in an arch
His gnarled bark is rough Birds rest in his hair As the sun opens down Little animals stay near to him
As morning comes birds tweet jovially The river glistens and sparkles Weeping willow stands solemnly As more vehicles fill the car park Jennifer
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Beasts See-saws, butter Lilies, raining beams of light From the sun!! Nests Butterflies fluttering Squirrels rummaging for nuts Rustling fallen leaves Beasts sneaking around for refuge And food!!
Bethan Thomas |
Two butterflies and a Fox Fluttering without a care in the world Chasing each other, creating a slight breeze Swirling and twirling through the twisted trees Two butterflies, don't hurt them please.
A sly and cunning animal Creeps silent but aware Of others nearby Who could give him a scare A fox is in the hedgerow Don't let him see you stare
Rose Bickerstuff
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Old Oak Lady Old lady oak sits on the dead still ground Her naked frosted branches with emotional sound Her worst enemy, man of the land Comes unwelcome with his hard hand
He chopped her down in one big blow And made her into, we don't know.
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