Fritillary

Headington Poetry Competition 2001
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Fritillary

Headington

It’s a cold winter’s day in Headington,
I can feel the roaring breeze.

It’s a cold winter’s day in Headington,
As I walk upon the ice.

It’s a cold winter’s day in Headington,
as the cars are speeding by.

It’s a cold winter’s day in Headington,
as I’m walking into Rye….

Kelly Andrews (age 10)


The colours of Headington

The colours of Headington is a beautiful sight.
I love watching the sky at night.
The shops are really colourful.
The parks are lovely.
All the houses are beautifully designed.
I always watch the trees swaying in the breeze.
The colours of the stars at night are lovely to look at.
I love Headington, it rules.

Jenny Atkinson (age 11)


Headington wellington nonsense rhyme

There was a man in new Headington,
who could not find his wellington,
Then he saw a shark upon a roof,
So …………….

He ran on to old Headington,
To look there for his wellington,
He saw a boot,
And then found two,
On the roof of the JR too.

Katie Bowerman (age 11)


Headington

Where I park my bike against the railings,
Sunset leaves gather round the tyres;
Colours that echo the Halloween fires
And the five o’clock pink and blue skies.

When I take the short cut down Cuckoo Lane
Exploring ivy-stems tangle my hair
And earthy leaf-rot scents the air
While tree-roots canopy my path!

While I swing along in Bury Knowle Park ,
Leaning back to see the conker trees,
Each chestnut robed in turn with leaves.
I drink in Headington’s autumn beauty.

Emma Brewin (aged 17)


The colours of Headington

The colours of Headington are fabulous,
Their shine at night is a beautiful sight
That shines at the edge of the moon,
The sunset is the colours of heaven,
The flowers are admirable.

I love the feel of the trees breeze across my face,
It is like soft snow touching your soft skin.

Kate Brodey (age 11)


Headington poem

There was a young man from Headington
Who Had hairs on the end of his wellington,
But when they came off, he said to his boss,
“I’m going back to Headington.”

Julia Brouard (age 10)


A Morning at Rye

As the bell rings for little break, as the teacher says “Pack up”,
I can feel the juice of my red apple.
As I get up, I step outside on to the patio.

As I run to get a swing, I smell the lunches cooking.
I stop, I listen, what do I hear? I hear children having fun.
I hear the trees whisper to me swaying in the wind as it whips my face.
I stop, I let the wind drag its breezy fingers through my hair.

I get a swing, I sit on it and gently swing back and forth, I turn my head.
I see the bonfire crackling as the smoke goes up in puffs.
I turn my head again.
What do I see? I see a huge pine tree with people dancing around it.
I look, I listen.
I bite my juicy red apple, I feel the freshness.
Oh look! there goes the 11.20 bell, well goodbye.

Rosie Brown (age 10)


Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill galloped to Headington,
When suddenly Jack needed medicine,
He started to moan and grumble and groan,
So they bought a new pair of wellingtons.

Fionnuala Burke (age 10)


Limerick

There was an old man from Headington,
He went on the train to Leamington.
He went to the zoo,
What a hullabaloo,
As he got his head stuck in his Wellington.

Sarah Crabtree (age 10)


Getting to school

We’re late! We’re late!
For a very important date!
Run! Run!
Look at the sun!
We’re late! We’re late!

Soraya Easterbrook (age 11)


Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
Ran up Headington Hill
To get their school report.
Jack fell down with no report
And Jill came cheering after.

Alice Foreman (age 10)


Headington

It’s a summer’s day in Headington.
I can feel the sun burning my skin as I wait for the bus.
I can hear the dead leaves crunching and crackling under my feet.
I can taste the sweets from the sweet shop in my mouth.
I can smell the fresh air blowing in my face.
I can see the children playing with their friends.

Sophie Gibson (age 10)


Headington Shops

Shops shops shops are the best
They help me get lots of zest
Jewellery, clothes, books,
Lots of good looks.

Shops shops shops are good
Just as good as lovely puds.
Libraries, hospitals, banks, and schools,
All have lots and lots of good rules.

Shops shops tell a good tale,
Better look out for a bargain sale.
They make me proud,
And I’ll sing out loud, Shops shops shops.

Hannah Jackman (age 10)


Headington Animals

As I went to school today,
I saw squirrels come and play,
They danced about enjoying themselves,
And picked nuts and threw them down.

As I went to school today,
I saw birds fly away,
They rose like a dark cloud,
And then dived down and settled on the ground.

As I sent to school today,
I saw a spider weaving away
A masterpiece in silver lace,
Sown with diamonds and gems.

Kristina Kennedy (age 10)


Headington

Look, there’s the bus,
Let’s wait and talk
This bus is taking its time,
Oh this is us.

Whizzing past the fields and trees,
Oh look, there’s a friend,
I’d better wave,
This is great, whee.

Look, there’s a baby in a pram,
With a smile on her face: she likes Headington,
Isn’t it a place?

Look, there’s a book shop
Down this street
With pretty lights flashing at me.
I feel hungry: let’s get a bite to eat.

Look, there’s a school,
With children playing.
They look happy: it must be break time.
Come to think of it, I quite like this rhyme.

Look, there’s a park
With swings and slide.
That looks fun: let’s stop for a while.
Oh, there’s the baby with the smile.

Look! there’s a cat
Seeing all the sights.
Oh no! there’s a dog,
That will give him a fright.

Well, here’s my stop,
Time to get off the bus.
I’ll see you again,
Now where shall I start?

Penny Low (age 10)


Headington Poem

What is purple? everyone is purple
when they are happy in Headington.

What is yellow? the sun is yellow
shining on Headington.

What is brown? the batter is brown
on the fish in Headington.

What is red? the lips on a happy
smiley face are red.

What is green? the grass is green
in the park.

Emma Minshull (age 10)


My Headington poem

It was a very heavy misty morning.
The mist crawls around me.
The mighty wind is covering me.
I am stiff and cold.
The air tickles my fingers.
The leaves crackle under my feet.

Anna Boeles Rowland (age 12)


On my way to school

On my way to school
I can always see
Fields with woken-up cattle,
As quiet as they can be.

On my way to school,
I can always smell
Countryside and flowers that hide
And things I cannot tell.

Lucy Saunders (age 10)


On my way through Headington

On my way through Headington
I was a tiny man stuck in a wellington,
Climbing up and sliding down
Hickory dickory dock, tick tock tick tock.

Poppy Seaward (age 10)


Early Morning

Early Morning
Lots of yawning
Got to get on the bus.

On the bus,
Still early morning,
Still lots of yawning.

Headington in sight,
It’s just getting light,
But “Oh no, it’s raining.”

I get to Rye,
Will it get dry?
At last I get to school.

Imogen Stanley (age 10)


Headington

Headlong traffic flowing away,
Early climb for every day
A tiny stream flowing too.
Ding dong the church the church ring: ding, ding, ding
I hear them as they sing: ding, ding.
No one sees but schools and universities,
Giggling children disappear,
Tabby cats are found here.
On the top are giant parks
No one is ever without a lark.

Anastasia Stylianou (age 10)


Going Home

 I’m going home, hip hip hurray,
I’ve got the day out of the way,
Whizzing past the pretty sight,
The plants look great while it’s light.

Their golden leaves on the ground,
As they whisp it makes a crispy sound.
Now as usual we’re stuck in traffic,
Coming home it’s always manic.

We pass the shops all in a row
In the dark they’re bright and glow.
We’re going home, but what a shame,
Tomorrow it won’t be quite the same.

The clouds are going creams and pinks,
While the sun goes down and sinks.
I’ll paint a picture in my mind,
To remind me of summer in autumn time.

Livy Taylor (age 10)


Headington

I can hear the buses,
I can hear the cars,
I can hear the people talking at the White Horse.

I can hear the postman coming,
I can hear the rushing wind,
I can hear the leaves rustling.

I can smell the autumn leaves,
I can smell the fish and chips,
I can smell the winter coming.

I can smell the spring coming,
I can smell the daffodils,
I can smell the snowdrops.

Alice Tomkinson (aged 10)


October in Headington

The maple’s leaves turn to gold,
The oak tree’s fringes are curling in the sun,
There is something in the autumn that in my heart
Iis like a rhyme.

Yumi Ueno (age 11)


Headington Routine

Early morning
Lots of yawning
Can’t get out of bed.

Bills to pay
Lots to say
Wish that I were dead.

Going to shops
One hour tops
Stuff for the garden shed.

Rain pours down
This part of town
Watch just where you tread.

Big old park
Nearly dark
Library next, I said.

Go home to cook
I see a rook,
Bread with chocolate spread.

Kids come home
Have bath with foam,
Oh, here comes Uncle Ned.

Day’s all done,
Morning’s gone.
Into bed with Ted.

Ashwini Virgincar (age 10)

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