Brockwell Park in autumn – poems (2)

Poems by Tom, Annie, Adam, Elwood, Hetty, Chyanne, Kia, Lilah and Macie

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
The autumn chill
The sun shining through the trees
The soft, leathery surface of a leaf
A smooth, chocolate brown conker
A squidgy fungus.

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Colourful leaves and vibrant trees
Leaves decorating the path with
An emerald, orange and fire coloured carpet.
Leaves playing around on their branches
A leaf slowly fluttering down like a dying butterfly
My breath clouding in front of me.

Scooting through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The autumn breeze whispering in my ear
Parakeets tweeting crazy tunes
Dogs barking at squirrels
Traffic on the road ahead
Crunching leaves below my feet.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Leaves surfing down like a kite floating to the ground
A carpet of amber, gold and cherry red filling the grey path
Squirrels gathering nuts, hibernating hedgehogs
And birds flying far and wide.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The crunching of leaves
Like burnt bacon
Parakeets screeching
Bursts of lime green in the sky.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
The damp dew on the grass below
The smooth conker shells
Wood brown
Cold breeze on my face
By my foot a silky pigeon feather
As I dropped it, it floated to the damp grass.


Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
Leaves shivering on trees like they
Have frostbite
Swaying like a boat on a choppy sea
Waiting for their time to come
Then they let go of the branch
And ride the wind like a
Professional surfer
Before they start pushing for space
On the ground
Like a rugby scrum.

Walking through Brockwell park
What can I hear?
Parakeets screeching
Dogs barking at squirrels
The wind singing to me
People stepping on leaves that
Crunch under their feet like crisp packets.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
The autumn chill in the breeze
Blowing in my face
The smooth surface of a
Conker in my palm
That feels like a sheet of
Laminated paper.
I can feel it’s autumn.


Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
Squirrels fighting over acorns
Honey coloured leaves waiting to fall
Chestnuts falling like bombs!
Spiders hiding everywhere you look
Slugs waiting for rain.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I hear?
The drone of cars on the road
The beating wings of the parakeets
The almost silent sound of the autumn breeze.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
I feel the autumn breeze on my cheeks
I feel damp, wet, honey gold leaves
The ground is slippery and when you skid
You leave marks like slime.


Walking through Brockwell Park
I can see
Acorns dropping with their friends
And family
Saying its autumn.
I can see
Leaves pushing and shoving
While I walk through the swimming pool of
Candy red, lemony yellow
And salad green leaves.

Walking through Brockwell Park
I can hear
The leaves crunching while children play.
I can hear
Parakeets screaming in the
Autumn air.
I can hear
The trees swishing in the cold
Frosty air.

Walking through Brockwell Park
I can feel
The cold autumn breeze on my face
Making me cold.
I can feel
The wet silky conkers
I can feel
The crispy rust red
Leaves under my feet.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Autumn leaves shape-shifting into tornadoes
From jade green to rust red and then crispy gold and brown
Leaves are like vibrant birds migrating through wind
Ready to say bye bye summer and shuffle off trees
As they glide down they make autumn’s carpet
Their time has come to become pieces of the earth.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
The scene of autumn
Exploding conkers
Scurrying squirrel footsteps on dry leaves
The flapping of a parakeet
As it goes higher and higher
Fainter and fainter
Such wonderful times that give a tingle of joy
In your spine
When bursts of children laughing reaches your ears!

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
A slight chill of autumn appearing
Whistling wind on my icy toes
The concrete as uneven as can be
Beneath the conkers and acorns
The soggy grass is my mushroom grotto
I can feel the autumn signal engaging my interest
A time for the sparkling, glittering sun above me.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Leaves crunching and crackling like crisps
Lots of leaves scattered around like
The people in the underground
A carpet of leaves over the muddy grass.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
A sound of autumn calling me
To play outside
The wind blowing leaves
Crunching under your feet
Dogs barking to the wind.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
A slight chill of air whipping on my cheeks
A wet, damp, marmalade leaf lying on the earth
The damp pavement like an ice skating rink
I pick up a smooth conker shell
And CRACK it went
And the shiny conker popped out.


Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I see?
A carpet of crunchy brown leaves
Leaves scattered everywhere on
The floor like a really bad crowd
Bugs crawling in the tree
Like people in a village
Conkers falling off the tree like coconuts.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I hear?
Parakeets singing to me
Leaves crunching in my ear
Trees rustling like a toy shaker.

Walking through Brockwell Park
What can I feel?
The autumn breeze making my ears sting
My body feels cold through like its
Frozen to ice
I can feel a red leaf so soft that
I can rub it on my ruby cheeks.


Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I see?
Lots of twisted trees
Really cool clouds
The leaves dancing.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
Children collecting conkers
Parakeets screeching for food
Dogs running and barking
The autumn song.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
Wet damp grass that I can skid on
Flat big leaves
With sharp knife edges
Leathery conker shells

Autumn verse

The children experimented with writing verses with a similar rhythm and rhyming pattern to the poem we looked at yesterday.  The idea today was just to have fun and try out some rhymes. We’ll have a go at writing longer poems tomorrow.

School is starting
What a bummer!
Autumn’s coming
Bye bye summer!

Back to school
Acorns, conkers
Rust red leaves
Let’s go bonkers!

Autumn’s here
What a cheer
Pumpkin spiced lattes are back
But I hope there aren’t mice in my flat!

Summer’s ending
Back to school
Lots of friends
Very cool!

Dog’s barking
Conkers falling
Autumn’s here
How appalling!

Summer is ending
Leaves are falling
Dogs are barking
Autumn is calling.

Back to school
Then hibernation
Autumn’s here
An abomination.

Autumn’s coming
Swallows fly
Down to Italy
Swooping through the sky.

Trick or treat!
Scary costumes
Lots of sweets

Shorter days
Brighter lights
Buying presents
What a delight!

Autumn is colourful
Red, brown and green
Prickly conkers
Under the tree.

Summer is over
Autumn is coming
Leaves are falling
Acorns are cracking.

Back to school
Autumn breeze
Grey skies
Golden trees.

Book reviewers of the week – Juliette, Chyanne and Kia


Here’s Juliette writing about David Walliams’ Grandpa’s Great Escape and a picture of the old folk’s home where he’s been “put”:  

So far in the story, Jack has a grandfather who was a pilot in the air force in World War II but when he is put into an old folk’s home it is up to him and Jack to escape from the evil matron.






Chyanne’s reading Nancy Drew by Carolyn Keene:  

Nancy Drew is a detective.  She solves tons of mysteries but the only mystery she’s trying to crack at the moment is what to get for her dad’s birthday without making a mess!  Nancy lives in River Heights and is well known for her skills. I am enjoying this book because I would love to solve some mysteries too.





Kia’s reading Roald Dahl’s George’s Marvelous Medicine: 

George has made his marvelous medicine and is now cooking it on the stove.  He’s added a lot of animal pills.




Dusting the planet Mars

The children started planning their own stories today.  The idea was to use The Baboon on the Moon (whose job is to light up the moon each evening) as inspiration, but to change planet, character and job.  Here’s a selection of the children’s great ideas for the job that their character will be doing in the stories they write starting with Thanh’s character’s endless task of sweeping up all the red dust on Mars!  Do ask your children about their story ideas if you get the chance this evening.

Dusting on Mars – Thanh

Reporting alien activity – Lynden

Photographing Jupiter’s giant red spot – Niccolo

Recording the violent storms on Neptune – Juliette

Making Venus safe from asteroids – Kenza

Directing the orbits of the planets – Harry

Bus driver on Saturn – Tom

Mountaineer climbing the massive volcanoes on Mars – Reuben

Researcher collecting samples of rocks and minerals on Uranus – Azeeza

A dragon keeping the storms raging on Jupiter – Abdi

Searching for dinosaurs on Saturn – Jake

Making sure Mars spins in the correct direction – Annie

Polishing the rings of Saturn – Sam

Ice racing on Saturn’s rings – Rufus

Reading journals

The children have all decorated their reading journals with illustrations from books by favourite authors.  Here’s Azeeza’s depiction of the Animals of Farthing Wood.


I’ll try to give the children opportunities to read in the course of each day and there will be longer sessions of independent reading on Thursdays and Fridays (so books will need to go to and from school every day).  The children will also update their journals each week with a narrative about the story-line of their book, the characters in it, predictions about the plot, and anything else they want to say.  Since I’ve been teaching, I’ve yet to come across a child who reads widely and is not flourishing academically and so I’d like to make independent reading an important part of the year.

The class made a start in their journals by writing about the our class book, A Bear Called Paddington.  Here’s what Annie and Kenza had to say. 

Paddington is a very funny very messy bear.   He comes from Darkest Peru. Mr Brown took him to a cafe.  Paddington is a very very messy bear. He stepped in a Victoria sponge and he took a bit of the sticky bun.  When Mrs Brown came back she looked very cross with Mr Brown. Annie

Paddington is a bear from South America.  The place where Paddington is from is called Darkest Peru.  Mrs and Mr Brown found Paddington at Paddington Station so they named him Paddington obviously.  Anyway let me get back to the story. They took Paddington to a cafe where they bought some sticky jam and loads of buns.   Paddington ate all of them. I’m like wow he’s great but he got all sticky and stepped in Mr Brown’s tea!  Kenza

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