Year 5 Poetry

Ayana
Away, away I go
To a deserted island,
I hear the rippling of waves,
The echos of silence,
Where birds once roamed.

Away, away I go

Falling into an abyss of darkness,

Sinking through what once was

At last a faint spark,

A spark of hope.

Quinn

Away, away I go

To a desolate riverside beach

Secluded from the shreds of life

Not a wimper, not a whisper

From the land below.

Away, away I go

To a land

Of disembodied souls

Their lives crumbled to dust

As they attempt

To forge a new life.

Adelle

Away, away I go

Racing down the path

The path that is wrong

That I should have known.

But then I stop,

Listening to the wind

Telling me truths

Making me think differently

A spark of hope

Begins to grow.

Hugh

Away, away I go

To an enchanted forest,

The wind whispering the magic of the forest

Trees' finger tap, tap tapping on my shoulder,

As I walk past.

Away, away I go

The lost souls in a maze of trees,

Crying out for mercy,

As the figures just stand there

Watching their pain.

Away, away I go

Into a tranquil opening,

Where I am enveloped

In a blanket of light

Squeezing me tight.

William

Away, away I go

To the darkest of canyons

Secluded from life

Only the ancients could see

All that can remain are bones

Buried under rocks from the past.

Away, away I go

Tunnels push themselves down

Souls from the past

Slowly crushing

Desperate to find light

To them, hope is lost.

Clem

Away, away I go

To a beach full of silence

No shadows cry out

As the waves brush their feet

The foam clinging to the sand.

Away, away I go

As the waves

Form two paths

Both leading to a different future

The birds take the right one

I follow in their trail.

Daria

Away, away I go

Across hills of mystery and wonder,

There I stand, unable to move.

The wind whistles in my ear

And pushes me forward into the mist of my future

I look behind me and see my past

There's no turning back now.

Tighe

Away, away I go

I find myself in a forest of light

I listen to the melodies of birds

The crash of the waves

And the distant whistle of the wind

Reverberating inside my head.

I come upon a tranquil clearing

Shrouded in a blanket of fog

It spreads out before me

Unfurling a forgotten path.