An International Poetry Project 2008-06-14T14:51:16+01:00 John http://www.sandaigprimary.co.uk/kennesaw/index.php john@sandaigprimary.co.uk tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive Pivot Copyright (c) 2008, Authors of On the street where you live 2008-06-12T12:02:00+01:00 2008-06-12T12:02:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.65

Birds build there nests in my trees They steal everything They steal my petals off my plants in my Garden, garden, garden! Every day the caterpillars Come along and bite my lovely plants Then they make my flowers look ugly in my Garden, garden, garden! When I play with my ball I get fed up with it I leave it And then I come back out Then it’s stolen out my Garden, garden, garden! When baby birds are born I love to see them and help them So I kindly leave bread and seeds for them In my Garden, garden, garden

They steal everything
They steal my petals off my plants in my
Garden, garden, garden!

Every day the caterpillars
Come along and bite my lovely plants
Then they make my flowers look ugly in my
Garden, garden, garden!

When I play with my ball
I get fed up with it I leave it
And then I come back out
Then it’s stolen out my
Garden, garden, garden!

When baby birds are born
I love to see them and help them
So I kindly leave bread and seeds for them
In my
Garden, garden, garden ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T12:00:00+01:00 2008-06-12T12:00:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.64

I see out my veranda, I see for miles, I see fields so far, Out my veranda, veranda, veranda. I feel the breeze, I feel calm, I feel the tiles so cold, Out my veranda, veranda, veranda. I hear trains, I hear birds, I hear cars, Out my veranda, veranda, veranda. I see the ice-cream van, I see the grass, I see the hills, Out my veranda, veranda, veranda.

I see for miles,
I see fields so far,
Out my veranda, veranda, veranda.

I feel the breeze,
I feel calm,
I feel the tiles so cold,
Out my veranda, veranda, veranda.

I hear trains,
I hear birds,
I hear cars,
Out my veranda, veranda, veranda.

I see the ice-cream van,
I see the grass,
I see the hills,
Out my veranda, veranda, veranda. ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-14T14:37:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:57:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.63

I am listening, Listening to hear what is out to night, Listening, listening, listening I am listening, Listening to the water from the rain, Listening, listening, listening I will be listening, Listening thought my sleep, Listening, listening, listening I will be listening, Listening on my street, Listening, listening, listening Andrew

Listening to hear what is out to night,
Listening, listening, listening

I am listening,
Listening to the water from the rain,
Listening, listening, listening

I will be listening,
Listening thought my sleep,
Listening, listening, listening

I will be listening,
Listening on my street,
Listening, listening, listening

Andrew ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-14T14:51:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:50:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.62

Six in a flat so verry small lots of children playing,playing,playing people runing and jumping all through the day into the night. lots of children playing,playing,playing people cutting there grass sunbathing all day until it is dark. lots of children playing,playing,playing

so verry small

lots of children
playing,playing,playing

people runing and jumping
all through the day into the night.

lots of children
playing,playing,playing

people cutting there grass
sunbathing all day
until it is dark.

lots of children
playing,playing,playing ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T11:43:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:43:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.61

Garden song We have plants and pots But we still feel were Dying, growing, evolving We have birds and butterfly But we still feel guilty for were Dying, growing, evolving We have foxes and trees But we feel were killing the world and Dying, growing, evolving We have cars and transport We still think of Dying, growing, evolving Soon we will all Live, die, evolve Dale

We have plants and pots
But we still feel were
Dying, growing, evolving

We have birds and butterfly
But we still feel guilty for were
Dying, growing, evolving

We have foxes and trees
But we feel were killing the world and
Dying, growing, evolving

We have cars and transport
We still think of
Dying, growing, evolving

Soon we will all
Live, die, evolve

Dale ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T11:39:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:39:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.60

Four in a block Very small everyone is quiet Lots playing Running, Running, Running Lots of windows And lots of doors For people to look though Lots playing Running, Running, Running Sometimes night And sometimes dark People shouting all night long Lots playing Running, Running, Running Everyone doing thier gardens Talking to each other And lots of gossip Lots playing Running, Running, Running

Very small
everyone is quiet

Lots playing
Running, Running, Running

Lots of windows
And lots of doors
For people to look though

Lots playing
Running, Running, Running

Sometimes night
And sometimes dark
People shouting all night long

Lots playing
Running, Running, Running

Everyone doing thier gardens
Talking to each other
And lots of gossip

Lots playing
Running, Running, Running ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T11:38:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:38:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.59

One Flat two bungalows, Six children, six dogs, And it is Noise, Noise, Noise Cars drive up and down the street, Children ride bikes and ring their bell, And it is Noise, Noise, Noise Chit Chat of old and young woman, Arguing of drunk men, And it is Noise, Noise, Noise Cats meow, Dogs bark, That is the most noise we get. And it is Hardly Noise, Hardly Noise, Hardly Noise Stephanie

One Flat two bungalows,
Six children, six dogs,
And it is
Noise, Noise, Noise

Cars drive up and down the street,
Children ride bikes and ring their bell,
And it is
Noise, Noise, Noise

Chit Chat of old and young woman,
Arguing of drunk men,
And it is
Noise, Noise, Noise

Cats meow, Dogs bark,
That is the most noise we get.
And it is
Hardly Noise, Hardly Noise, Hardly Noise

Stephanie ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T11:34:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:34:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.58

320MPH Travelling through the streets very fast That young teen‘s giving the street a blast 60, 70,320mph All the rap music that they play ‘’my name is slim shady’’ is what they say 60, 70,320mph When a sweet 16 comes in June It’s a pool party getting drunk down a flume 60, 70,320mph Buying cheap cars off eBay They’ll learn to drive some day 320, 70, 60,20mph

Travelling through the streets very fast
That young teen‘s giving the street a blast
60, 70,320mph

All the rap music that they play
‘’my name is slim shady’’ is what they say
60, 70,320mph

When a sweet 16 comes in June
It’s a pool party getting drunk down a flume
60, 70,320mph

Buying cheap cars off eBay
They’ll learn to drive some day
320, 70, 60,20mph ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T11:34:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:34:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.57

On the street where I live Toughed feathers, smooth silken coat. Swooping left to right, singing loudly. The echoing crying call, bouncing of the Sky scraping flats. Here I hunt, Listen for my reaction. Caw…..caw….caw….caw Fly far or wide. Go home to our families in the windy Dangling trees. Gathering together sharing feasts, nests And songs. Here I hunt, Listen for my reaction. Caw…caw….caw….caw By Natasha

Toughed feathers, smooth silken coat.
Swooping left to right, singing loudly.
The echoing crying call, bouncing of the
Sky scraping flats.
Here I hunt,
Listen for my reaction.

Caw…..caw….caw….caw

Fly far or wide.
Go home to our families in the windy
Dangling trees.
Gathering together sharing feasts, nests
And songs.
Here I hunt,
Listen for my reaction.

Caw…caw….caw….caw

By
Natasha ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T11:29:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:29:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.56

Neither lots of children it has But has some children And its Fun, Fun, Fun Neither drums of gangs has it But has pubs and shops And its Fun, Fun, Fun Neither dull of dead is it But has shops and wiled life And its Fun, Fun, Fun Neither fights nor dullness has it But people play and carry on And its Fun, Fun, Fun Jack

Neither lots of children it has
But has some children
And its
Fun, Fun, Fun

Neither drums of gangs has it
But has pubs and shops
And its
Fun, Fun, Fun

Neither dull of dead is it
But has shops and wiled life
And its
Fun, Fun, Fun

Neither fights nor dullness has it
But people play and carry on
And its
Fun, Fun, Fun

Jack ]]> p6pupil 2008-06-12T11:28:00+01:00 2008-06-12T11:28:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.55

p6pupil 2008-06-11T17:26:00+01:00 2008-06-11T17:26:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.54

I LIVE in a little town called Adairsville. Adairsville is nect to a big town called Cartesville, Cartesville is about tentimes bigger than Adairsville. The neighborhood i live in specificly is basically on the outskirts of Adairsville, so its really quiet in my neighborhood and surrounded by woods and unused land, still its very pretty. Even though its quiet I can still make 5 energetic words about my neighborhood. I am nathan skinner and these are my five energetic words about the place I live.

kennesaw 2008-06-11T17:24:00+01:00 2008-06-11T17:24:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.53

Next part of my poem...

while were expanding more room for the big baby boom,
Dad puts everything a side, and realizes there's not enough room for us including the big boom,
Dad says we need to move again instead of continue on living in a small apartment,
We all head out looking here and there and every where,
But somehow some way we all help we get a house today as we pray nothing yet today,
Next day we go again looking if we can find a friend with a inn (house),
Finally what do we see is it a bird, is it a plane,
No it's a house we all see YIPPE!!!
We talk the talk and walk the walk,
Just in time we move in the boom comes in the baby is born,
We live our live happy freely someday we will remember this good memory, especially my mom was the one who was in enough pain more than we gained
Traveling Twice2 was enough pain but we all gained it one by one as you can see I'm done with my story ]]> kennesaw 2008-06-11T17:24:00+01:00 2008-06-11T17:24:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.52

all about atumn woods

playful
homey
loving
ocasionally noisy

point of views

Kat-this neighborhood has a really great pool even though it makes my hair turn green because im blond. i love playing with my friends in the cold-a-sac bare foot until my mom tells me to put my shoes on then we play capture the flag with my shoes as flags. also my neighborhood is pretty small so everyone knows each other


Emil- Nhat's neighborhood is somwhat fun usually we play b-ball but sometimes nhat goes to sebe's house to invite him to play too. we also play kickball with all the other neighborhood kids.


keyana- this neighborhood is connected to a running track wich is my favorite sport. i usually bring naike with meand sometimes nhat comes too. ]]> kennesaw 2008-06-11T17:19:00+01:00 2008-06-11T17:19:00+01:00 tag:pivotpowered,2008:Onthestreetwhereyoulive.51

5 words to describe my neighborhood are:

5 words to describe my neighborhood are:friendly

cozy

pulsating

adventerous

comfortable ]]> kennesaw