Poems by Class Six, Milverton School, Somerset, England
As I look out
The ice shining bright down on me.
Staring like it never has before.
I am staring there, just staring at it.
I am scared when the sky turns boiling red.
Like steaming burgers.
I can fell it pouring down on me.
It's making me shiver.
I can fell it drip down my hot, sweaty back.
Dripping like frozen ice.
Shivering Quivering Snow
As I look out my window I can see,
Small seals and penguins looking at me.
The snow and high blizzards are really fast,
The storm will scare us as it goes past.
It's cold and bitter and chilly and shivery,
I love the cold but it makes me feel quivery.
The ice is bitter but can never stop me,
From loving the cold as long as can be.
By Sammy Clapham
As I look out!
As I look out my window
I can see the snow glimmering in the light.
A storm will approach
And everyone will prepare with fright.
The snow makes you feel cold
and makes you quiver.
The excitement of the snow makes you shiver,
The wind blusters and blows
and sometimes turns into snow.
The icebergs make you go very queer,
The weather's not always good and its not always clear.
By Claire Priddle
An Acrostic poem
Never ending snow and ice glistening in the sun
The icebergs tall and small,
strange and plain Antarctica is a land of snow and ice
glittering in the sun that's so pale
Rough seas and calm land go together like jam on toast
Cravasses are dangers here but try to never fear
Tall and small animals live here
Ice never stops all the way round this huge continent we found Carving,
waving dips of snow I say this but I never know
After all this,
Antarctica is a land of bliss
As I look at the icy cliffs
It reminds me of the gloomy shine
Of a dazzeling moon.
The sky is a dark shade of a butterfly
The snow looks like a hefty white cuddly bear
Sitting on the end of my bed.
The glaciers are scissors with jagged edges
Enough to cut your hands on.
The ice bergs move rapidly With clusters of ice
splashing in the sea
As I look across the ocean it is
A zoomy zoom on my camera.
The Icy Wilderness
The ice breaths a cold breath
As the snow gently lands.
The sea roars against the shore
Like claps of thunder bang, bang,
The wind whirls around the wilderness
As hard as it can.
The penguins huddle together to keep warm
As the cold ice and the wind wraps round them.
The seals roar gently
As they climb out of the freezing sea.
But the continent of Antarctica,
The continent of Antarctica lies still.
The sky is red and fluffy like candy floss.
The sea is gentle and has tiny ripples shuddering calmly.
The ice is as strong as rock when it is built together, but nothing when it is not.
The sun glows yellow and glistens on to the ice shelf into my eyes
The whiteness all around seems an exaggeration.
The ice so thick as if it had been growing four metres a day,
layer apon layer.
The sea shines in the sunlight into our eyes blindingly.
The tops of mountains look like rocks on the sea bed.
In the winter enternal darkness covers the continent.
Icebergs breaking off, the size of Northern Ireland....
Antarctica Makes Me Feel
Antarctica makes me feel all cold inside
but I don't shake and shiver,
I see the frosty ice shelves but I don 't go all a quiver.
Antarctica makes me feel rather dizzy
seeing only ice all around,
The snow that falls above me
that then freezes on the ground.
Antarctica makes me feel rather nervous
and not at home at all,
Seeing all the black and white penguins
and baby seals so small.
By Melissa Lawes
As I look out of my window
I see a beautiful landscape
It looks like a wonderful paradise.
The waterfalls look like a deathslide,
The icebergs are like a dining table without chairs.
The sky in the night is like a splat tomato.
By Thomas Rottenbury.
Here in this snow white crystal land
Lies a land of waves
And puffs and gusts of whirling wind.
Here in this flickering whaleing water
Lay animals gracefully swimming
Through the blizzards of waves.
Here in this shivering howling water
Lay the Penguins flying through the it .
Here in this snow white shining plain
Lies a collage of dreams and danger.
by Charlotte Salmon .
Antarctica is a white dessert of snow and ice
with whales roaming in deep blue sea in delight.
The icebergs carved into gleaming sculptures drifting slowly through the night.
Cliffs of snow stand tall and mighty, never dropping not even slightly.
Antarctica, a frozen fridge freezer.
food, the ice. The ice cubes like giant flats in London.
The blizzard flies through the air like a flying jet
The snow crawls across the ground,
like a tortoise, like a hair.
the icebergs, a giant version of the Millennium Dome.
The snow glides down from the sky like a kite.
By Jack Mitchell