Plough Monday Poems from the children of Northwold Primary School, January 2006

Fenland Poems from the children of Friday Bridge Primary School, December 2005

Nutty funny

Weird looking

Never heard this music

Driving me insane

Won’t stop

Can’t stop

What do I do

They’re scary

Big and hairy

Nutty but funny

Well I’ve just lost my brain

Cos they’re driving me insane

They’re pulling a plough

All around the village

Telling stories

Think they’re wicked

But at the end of the day

They’re blown away

Bing bang

Waddle pat

We’re going out

What is that

Ting tong

Bing bong

Molly dancers

Such a throng

Ting tang

Ring rang

Jingle jangle

Walk plod

Run lurch

We are going to the church

They are dancing

And they’re prancing

I’m tired

Can’t take much more

Of the man in the cardie

He agonising

That’s for sure

Dark green grass

Scary place

Big fields

Birds

Loud sounds

Crops

People playing

People growing

Stories

Plants

Flowers

Wildlife

Sky

Dance

Strength

Wild

Loads of space

Bodies

Animals

Spooks

Farmers

River

Dykes

Trees

No mountains

Deep and dark desires

Broken glass

Rubbish

Old furniture

Bits of cars

Old toys

Haunted house

Mud

Fens bends

Twists turns

Grain rain

Out of sight

Lots of flight

Swaying trees

Fresh breeze

Lots of people

One steeple

Some fear

Lots of beer

Bikes in dykes

Mouse in house

Hay stacked

On a rack

Stars as bright as a light

Fenland Poems from the children of Marshland St James Primary School, March 2007

We are the people from nowhere

No one knows how we got here

But we’re here

Birds everywhere

Singing a tune

Mice collecting a bit of dew

In the ray of the sun

All our Mums sigh

Tom walking

Birds Squawking

Cars driving

Fish diving

School bell

Hair gel

Roast dinner

The skinner

Pork pies

Weeds die

We are the people from nowhere

No one knows how we got here

A long time ago all the sheep would graze

Where I sit now

There’d be no one here

To tell them to get off their lawn

Ogres dying

Birds spying

Dogs howling

Farmers ploughing

Cars driving

Frogs diving

Trees laying

Children playing

Sprinklers spraying

Rabbits hop

Cops won’t stop

Riding bikes

Following dykes

We are the people from nowhere

No one knows how we got here

But we’re here