Team 5 reading their autumn poems

Kingsley – your poem did not record.  We’ll do it again.

Harry’s poem:

Squelching through Brockwell Park, I can see
Dogs barking in the wind
Cats hiding from the weather
Leaves falling like feathers.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I feel?
It’s damp
It’s cold
The ground is soft and muddy
You can skid in the mud on your trainers
I squish conker shells and take out the smooth shiny conkers.

Walking through Brockwell Park, what can I hear?
Autumn’s song playing in your ear
Parakeets swooping through the air
Leaves crunching under your feet.