Headington Poetry Competition 2002:
Other entries by children


1. Subject: Headington



As I cycle through Headington (Tess Bennett, age 9)

As I cycle along on this old metal bike,
I see Oxford and spires above.
As I turn to the right on this old metal bike,
I see the Headington village I love.
As I keep pedalling on I look left and right,
And I see lots of things under the shining street light:

A little thatched cottage
A crumbling church,
A dry brick fountain,
And a peeling silver birch.
A painted red post-box,
A late winter sale,
A school called St Andrew’s,
And a shark but no whale.

As I turn to the left on this old metal bike,
Behind me lies Headington, warm in the light.


Headington (Danielle Beaumont, age 11)

Along London Road, it is told,
Stalked highwaymen in search of gold.
They lay in wait in Headington town,
For the “Flying Coach” Oxford bound.
They take ladies’ money and gentlemen’s coins,
Then buy big feasts of juicy pork loins.

Headington has sported the very famous,
Tolkien and Lewis wrote books to entertain us,
But as time goes by, the famous are few,
But a shark in a roof turns a head or two!


My feelings for Headington (Camilla English, age 9, in Michigan)

My mother comes from Headington,
And her family all there stay,
But my father is a business man,
So we have moved away.

I love to browse amongst the shops
And play at Bury Knowle
I sometimes find a bargain there,
Whilst we’re out on a stroll.

The roads are very busy,
Cars are everywhere in sight.
I find it hard to cross the road
Without a traffic light!

I live now in America
Though my heart is also here,
But I love to visit Headington
And see my Grandma dear.


Three Questions (Roza Jeffery, age 10)

Mummy, mummy, mummy,
Please tell me the truth,
Why has Mister Heine
Got a shark stuck in his roof?

In his bedroom ceiling,
Has he got the head?
And does it give him nightmares
when he goes to bed?


Headington School (Georgia Parry, age 10)

I go to Headington
School I like the teachers they’re
really cool. In singing we have Mrs Chapel
She makes us use our Adam’s apple. For science we
have Mrs Gay, she makes electricity work all day. Next, our
form teacher, Mrs P, she always lets us watch TV. When we go to Mrs
Smith’s she’s always reading myths. I love the meals that I have in the
dining room. I’m looking forward to next year, it will be fun in the sun
at the Senior school. I cannot wait to make a new mate to play
netball all day long. I will enjoy moving up
to another year, to meet new teachers and
take new lessons, that’s what I’ll do
next year.


ALL OTHER ENTRIES (in random order)

Headington (Tristan Robinson, age 9)

H igh on a hill
E verone busy shopping, working;
A ll around noisy traffic rumbling,
D octors’ busy surgery,
I nteresting roof-top shark watching,
N ew life testing its lungs in the hospital nursery,
G rass in the park squashy and wet,
T all horse chestnut dropping conkers,
O ver all the churches ring,
N earby the school children learning.

Headington (George English, age 5, in Michigan)

H eadington
E xciting
A dventurous
D ogs
I nteresting
N ice place
G rampy and Grandma
T rucks
O kay place
N eighbours


Headington (Felix Bird, age 9)

H ospitals are mending and curing people.
E verywhere there are people walking quickly.
A fter school I get an ice-cream on Friday,
D elicious flavours all around.
I n school we do lots of interesting work,
N ow all I hear are cars roaring or screeching by,
G oing quickly up and down the streets.
T he Co-op has mostly everything,
O pen shops with fabulous food to sell,
N arrow lanes twisting all around.

Headington (Bradley Eaton , age 9)

H ospitals there are,
E scape from crowded shops,
A ching walking legs,
D esperate people wanting to get to work,
I cing on fresh-cooked cakes,
N oisy traffic roaring down the road,
G olden bananas waiting to be eaten,
T raffic lights screeching a noisy beep,
O ffices extremely lively,
N aughty children getting up to mischief.

Headington (Rosie Sparrowhawk, age 9)

H earing the cars come to a screeching halt
E verything is noisy, people chatting, cars brrrr,
A ir full or aroma, Fish and chips, the Bakery.
D id I ever smell anything better?
I hear traffic lights go beep beep as children
N ow leave school.
G round shudders as buses whizz past
T o the shark I dawdle on and
O n through the subway seeing all the
N ew paintings decorating the walls.

Headington (Beth Kingsley-Ross, age 9)

H ospitals are everwhere, they are swarming with patients.
E very few minutes a doctor will call somebody’s name.
A ll the patients sitting, waiting, for their turn.
D arkness falls early for winter.
I n the baker’s, fresh bread and cakes.
N ow perfumes drift from Boots the chemist’s.
G ardens full of fresh flowers and grass.
T he shark is sticking out of the roof.
O n London Road traffic roaring, green man beeping.
N earby dogs are barking.

Headington (Roshan Conn, age 9)

H ear the cars rumbling on the road
E veryone is learning in the school
A dventures on the park on the swing
D ancing leaves performing for the trees
I cy days with people freezing
N ightingales singing in the wind
G ales blowing trees over
T ons of people rushing to the bus-stop
O ld people needing help to cross the road
N ow the town is all quiet with children in their cosy beds

Headington (Aishah Parul, age 9)

H ear the rumbling, roaring cars,
E veryone pushing, rushing around to the bus,
A ll the children hurrying to school
D ogs with their owners in the parks,
I n the shops people busy buying.
N o one can resist the smell of fresh bread,
G rey, dull streets on a rainy wet day,
T he tasty smell of fish and chips
O n their lips.
N othing seems to be important as the days go by.

Headington (Jordan Trafford, age 9)

H ills in Headington,
E veryone is noisy,
A shark is in a house,
D ogs run very freely
I n charity shops there are secondhand clothes,
N aughty teenagers run about,
G rannies walking slowly,
T raffic roars past,
O rthodontists are always busy,
N urses are helping people have perfect teeth.

Headington (Cameron Evans, age 9)

H ills that lead to Barton and Risinghurst
E veryone travels along the London Road,
A merica’s games are in Blockbusters,
D ogs run very freely,
I n shops there are good clothes,
N asty teenagers running wild,
G rey sweatshirts getting ready for winter,
T ons of shopping loaded on the bus,
O perations are happening in the doctor’s,
N ans are looking after grandchildren.

Headington (Clare Morgan, age 9)

H ills all around
E ars go deaf, there is so much noise
A n ice-cream van driving into the park,
D entists taking out rotten teeth,
I njured men going into hospital vans,
N urses helping people get better,
G ood charity shops selling secondhand toys,
T asting cream cakes and drinks from the bakery
O ctober is when we get strong winds that blow washing lines over
N oises go all through the night.

Headington (Funmi Akinola, age 9)

I walk through Headington, the noise all around me.
Babies screaming all throughout.
Children all excited having fun in the park.
Nice smells from all the shops.
Chinese takeaway, fish and chips.
Nice healthy breads. Sweet decorated cakes.
Traffic lights are beeping,
Colours changing from second to second.
Everywhere is different.
Hospitals bringing in and bringing out injured people.
That’s the way Headington is.

Headington (Matthew Willett, age 9)

It reminds me of a place I have visited
With all its shops and cars.
People walking with their friends,
People coming from near and far.
There’s a fish and chip shop down the road,
But I prefer …
The smell of newly baked bread,
The sound when buses screech to a stop,
The sight of people in Bury Knowle Park.

It reminds me of a place I have visited!!

Headington Victoria Jefferson, age 10)

Every morning I open the door,
Suddenly a wild rampage of wind gushes in,
I realise that this must be the start of my winter poem.
Whilst I speak I see a magnificent cloud of silver, white mist creeping out,
In the fields I see a cloud of pearl white froth seeping out over the river,
As I walk along the path to school I can feel a prickling, tickling feeling up my spine,
I see the mist curling its long tentacles round the trees,
Headington looks beautiful in the early morning sunlight magic,
In the morning through the trees there is a ribbon of light bursting to shine down a new day,
All the leaves have minuscule bits of icicles clinging on trying not to melt away,
On the grass dew has been turned into ice and looks like a perfect piece of art,
Everything in Headington has a Christmassy feeling and that’s what I adore,
Now I’ve told you it’s time to pack away ready for another day,
I hope you like my perfect picture: I hope you may see it one day!

Early Morning Traffic (Bee Swords, age 10)

Early morning traffic
People going to work
Cars go beep beep beep
The cars look so still just weaving in and out
One big dile is intruding up to Headington,
Weaving itself along the roads of Headington

Angry drivers
Is it
Wheel 2
shouting at
a slow lorry
Wheel 1 each other
or just….?

Headington’s So Fun (Imogen English, age 7, in Michigan)

I’m heading to Headington,
It will be lots of fun,
I’m going to see my grandma,
I’ve a long, long way to come.
But I know that when I get there
Grandma’s dogs will start to bark,
And because we love the swings
We will be heading to the park!

Headington (Hannah Bailey, age 10)

Such a busy but friendly town,
All its shops and traffic jams
Where my school is
Where all my friends live.
Ambulances and Police cars rush down
the road to an emergency
I look at all the different people as they pass by,
and I think: What a wonderful town to be in!

Headington Ellie Porter (age 10)

Headington has plenty of grace,
And as you gaze up into space,
You realize that it’s an exceptional place.

And with all the sights that you can see,
The shark in the roof is the best there can be.
There’s a sandwich shop and patisserie,
Which means I can have cakes every day for tea.

So that’s the end of my Headington poem,
So from now I’ll be going.

Headington (India Prince , age 11)

Headington is cool,
Headington is great,
Let there be food,
Let there be cake!

The door opens,
Children rush in,
Off to their classrooms,
When the bell rings.

Time for break!
What fun it will be!
Playing on the slides and swings.

Now it’s our turn to say
Hip Hip Hooray,
It’s the end of the day!!!!

School Days in Headington (Sarah Halpin, age 11)

We walk to and from our different classes,
All sorts of subjects like English and Maths,
Wandering where to find those rooms,
High and low, wherever next?

We run outside, away from stuffy classrooms,
Collect our biscuits, and off we go!
Run freely through the woods,
Fields and hard court – it’s fun to run.

English, hmmm, not bad I suppose,
Not my kind of subject!
Maths is more my kind,
But some silly mistakes lurk there.

Netball, one of my favourite sports,
Played a tournament already!
We swim at the senior school,
Sport is my favourite thing!

I love music, play violin and piano,
Taught myself the flute,
Dad teaches me guitar!
Joined the orchestra and the chamber choir.

We had a great week!
A poet and an author came round
On Friday, dressed up as a book character!
Great costumes for all to see.

Reading – love it!
We read The Watchers.
It is a very good book,
Exciting too!

Subjects already talked about,
But there are more!
Want me tell you? Just a few,
Science, ICT and History and loads more!

Headington (Lily van den Broecke, age 10)

Some think I’m crazy,
“All girls!” they say,
“All girls,” I say, “I can’t always get my way.”
So off I went from East Sussex to Oxford
With only one doubt in my mind,
But soon that was ridden with a welcoming sign.
The windows were filled magnificent with pictures.
This will surely suit me fine.
It did just that for one year on,
With the funny assemblies,
The days went by.
Only to find the next day a wonderful surprise,
Maths, then English, and soon off to dine.
The yummy food all crammed in my mouth.
What shall I have next? I think,
But only to be stopped by the bell.
Have to be silent,
I sit and think of art,
Painting pictures like those in the windows,
It will be fun.
Must get changed, quick, quick, quick,
Don’t want to be late for Science,
I hear natter natter natter.
Stop, I can’t think,
Just as well time for PE,
Twelve lengths, some widths,
Shooting and passing,
It’s the end of the day,
I leave the pool,
That was a great day at Headington Junior School.

Headington School (Joanna Buchholz, age 10)

The Children …
Good learners
Rule breakers
Story writers,
Poem rhymers,

The Masters …
Fair markers
Hard workers
Good teachers
Fun tutors!

Playing in the playground at Headington School (Elizabeth Kerwood, age 10)

Playing in the playground
At Headington School,

The cars are lining up
At the traffic lights,
A very long queue,
As long as a mile.

Playing in the playground
At Headington School,
The AMBULANCE lights are flashing
Round and round.

AND IT’s GONE!!!!!!!!

Headington Junior School Playground (Louisa Gould, age 10)

An adventure park
full of bark
A forest of trees
with buzzing bees
A netball court
to do lots of sport
A climbing frame
to play lots of games,
What fun you have in our playground!

The Headington Poem (Sarah Fairburn, age 10)

Headington is one of a kind,
Where we all learn to use our mind.

I absolutely love the food,
The teachers are never rude.

The uniform is not that bad,
Nobody is ever mad.

The drive to school takes quite a while,
But I always arrive in style.

Right now we are studying World War Two,
I want to learn about the Romans too.

Homework I find really fun
Whilst I eat my currant bun.

I love to have an early night,
So when I wake I’m nice and bright.

Headington Junior School (Hettie Bowles, age 11)

Headington School is the best,
Better than all the rest,
Teachers are great,
Don’t be late,
Time for lessons again.

Pencils, cases, book and sheets,
Run to lesson,
Quick, quick, quick,
Out to play,
Time to go,
It’s the end of the day.

Headington Girls (Florina Cormack-Loyd (age 10)

Blue, white, black, navy, these are the Headington Girls,
They come in in the morning and out in the evening,
There is always a hubbub about.

English, PE, and all sorts of fun lessons,
Singing and dancing and playing outside,
Difficult maths problems. What’s the answer?

Trainers are muddy, black shoes are clean,
You’d better take off your trainers
Or the teacher will be mean.

Everyone’s tired ready for Friday,
Now time for cooking, hip hip hooray,
Making fruit salad, why can’t it be cakes?

Last lesson now, Maths, oh no!!!
Can’t wait till I get home,

Headington Junior School (Priyanka Pal, age 10)

In Headington Junior School,
The atmosphere is not tense but cool.
The nursery is the easiest part,
That is where, again, I’d love to start.

Pre-kindergarten is the next year,
Everything is very basic here.
Kindergarten in the next year up in the school,
When I go there, with my height, I look a fool.

Then there is Transition,
When I was there, I was literally a musician.
I would sing and sing,
And Mrs Slater would say, “Please could you not sing darling.”

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