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Wooden Hill Primary and Nursery School

Wooden Hill Primary and Nursery School

Poem of the Week

Week 4: 'Truth' by Barrie Wade

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but words can also hurt me.

Stones and sticks break only skin,

while words are ghosts that haunt me.

 

Slant and curved the word-swords fall

to pierce and stick and inside me.

Bats and bricks may ache through bones,

but words can mortify me.

 

Pain from words has left its scar

on mind and heart that’s tender.

Cuts and bruises now have healed;

it’s words that I remember.

 

Week 3: ‘The Rider’ by Naomi ShihabNye

A boy told me 

if he roller-skated fast enough

his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,

the best reason I ever heard

for trying to be a champion.

What I wonder tonight,

pedalling hard down King William Street

is if it translates to bicycles.

A victory! To leave your loneliness 

panting behind you on some street corner

while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,

pink petals that have never felt loneliness

no matter how slowly they fell.

 

Week 2: 'Prayer to Laughter' by John Agard.

O Laughter

giver of relaxed mouths

 

you who rule our belly with tickles

you who come when not called

you who can embarrass us at times

 

send us stitches in our sides

shake us till the water reaches our eyes

buckle our knees till we cannot stand

 

we whose faces are grim and shattered

we whose hearts are no longer hearty

O Laughter we beg you

 

crack us up

crack us up