Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Children's Poetry

If I Were...                                                                                                                 If I Were...

by Trevor Lam / aged 9 / Primary 4                                                                                   by Max Ng / aged 9 / Primary 4

If I were a F-22 Fighter Jet                                                                If I were a story book
I'd stretch my arms back                                                                    I'd open my arms to
     to form a triangle                                                                                grab people's attention
And take off by jumping in the air                                                     Pulling them into my world.
     with my strong legs.
                                                                                                           My orange raincoat protects me
I'd turn on my side                                                                                  from water and dirt
     to become almost invisible to my enemies.                                  My jacket and shirt will flip
I'd fart to boost my speed                                                                        when you turn my pages.
     to fly higher.                                                                    
I'd move my fingers                                                                           Until then, I will sit on the shelf
     to change direction.                                                                           with my legs crossed
                                                                                                           Waiting for you to choose me
I'm the best Fighter Jet in the world!                                                      from my library of friends.
   

If I Were...

by Winston Hsu / aged 9 / Primary 4

If I were a sailing boat
I'd float on the blue ocean
Ready to go with my captain,
Somewhere, I don't know where
For an exciting adventure.

My feet would be my motor,
My belly would be the deck.
I raise up my arms to touch the sky
My sleeves flap in the wind, like a sail.

I'd use my eyes as a telescope
     to find my way.
I'd slide on my back to go from
     place to place.