A Morning Walk by Jessica M

One day Amy and Ava were going on a morning walk with their dog, down to beautiful lake. When they got there they were amazed by the view and how clear the lake water was. After a while of looking around their dog had fallen into the water to find that it was quite deep. They had to jump into the lake to get the dog. They had seen when they were looking around that there was a beautiful waterfall at the end of the lake. When had managed to catch up with the dog they were a bit late and had just fallen down the waterfall! When they got to the end they wanted to do it again the next day they went on a walk but they wanted to leave the dog behind.

Poetry Day Ireland

Try writing a poem about yourself using animals to create a series of word pictures just like Lucinda has done in her poem.

Begin each sentence of your list poem with ‘I am’.

I AM by Lucinda Jacob’s
I am a tortoise crawling out of bed in the morning
I am a cat lapping up my milk at breakfast
I am a puppy tumbling in the classroom door
I am an ant pushing my load uphill all day
I am an eagle diving on my snack at breaktime
I am a lizard snoozing in the sun of story time
I am a cheetah racing in the afternoon park
I am a lion roaring at the top of the hill
I am a bear with my honey at teatime
I am an owl blinking in the twilight
I am a salmon swimming upstream against sleep
I am the dreamer with dreams deep as the ocean.


Our News
We often have news time in class – what we did at the weekend, books we have read, places we have visited, people we have met…
But the poem, ‘I’ve News for You,’ an anonymous poem, translated by Seán Hutton from the ninth-century Irish, found in The Poolbeg Book of Irish Poetry, tells a very different kind of news. Like Lucinda Jacob’s poem, ‘I Am,’ this ancient poem uses language in an interesting way. There is an elegant simplicity to this poem which paints an imaginative rural image of the poet’s news, set in a place close to his heart.

See if you can write a poem which begins, ‘I’ve news for you.’ Fill it with word pictures of a place that you love, and end your poem with the definite line, ‘that’s my news.’

I’ve news for you;
the stag bellows,
winter’s snow,
summer’s gone;
high cold wind
sun low in sky,
short days,
heavy seas;
deep red bracken’s
skeletal form,
barnacle goose’s
customed call;
cold has seized
the bird’s wings,
icy season;
that’s my news.