On
the bus
I smell perfume
From the bus driver. The engine
Smells
Bad
and the air
Smells nasty.
I see the cloud
Wandering in the sky
and the sun peeping
Through the trees.
I feel afraid
Because I don’t know
If my reading bag is at
Home
Or at school.
I whistle quietly
and talk with Anushka.
I touch
My bag.
My mini bag
Hangs on my
School bag and shakes
As we go along.
I draw invisible
Pictures
on my soft, soft seat.
By Aarya
The air
Smells stale
With a whiff of new
Leather. the dust
Sprinkles
Float everywhere.
My seat
is
Soft like a
Marshmellow.
Bags
Surround me
Like a clutter
Of Spiders.
Familiar faces
Pop up
On the bus.
I look
Out the window.
There's a road
Whizzing past.
A warm breeze
Pour in.
Tired people
Yawn.
Things shake
and rattle
Like an old earthquake.
The squeaking seats
Sound like
A mischief of mice
and
the gossiping birds
Are chatting.
By Lydia
It's a new day
of school.
I feel tired
and happy to see
My friends. I smell
Food and the perfume
From the bus driver. The dust flies
From seats
and gravel roads. I see mud -
Slipping, gripping, falling down,
Splish
Splosh
Splat!
It's fallen down.
I touch my bag
and put my soft
Colourful
Gloves away.
They tickle
My
Skin.
By Amiria
Dusy is yucky,
and smokey
Like rubber.
In the bus
I see
My bag,
The seats,
The birds,
and trees outside.
It is school today.
I am excited
To see
My friends.
Everyone is talking,
Birds are flapping outside,
The bus is rattling along.
My shoes
Touching my scooter
Beside
My soft seat.
By Annie
I smell the fire
Coming from the bottom
of the dump.
I see
the very long, long treeline.
I'm feeling
Very cold
Nice-smelling
Bubblegum deodorant.
I hear big
and
Small birds
Tweeting
a very nice song.
I touch my
'George's Marvellous Medicine'
Book.
By Rebekah
Strawberry lipgloss,
Stinky rubber,
Burning brakes screeching.
Looking through the window
I see Irene Van Dyk
Ready to rock and roll.
I'm nervous.
Ready to watch
the game?
Go the Magic!!
The engine
Roaring, traffic speeds
Past the bus.
Beep beep! goes the horns.
Sitting in the bus
A netball
Right beside me
With a highheel
Squashing
My
Foot.
By J.J.
I can smell
The fresh leather
The wheels
On the tar
and the really smelly dust.
When I look
Out the window
I see
Tall green grass
and animals
In their paddocks.
I feel annoyed
Having to go to school
But
I'm happy to see
My friends.
I am comfy
On my seat.
I hear people talking and
Feet thumping
On the floor.
The engine revs up!
I touch the nice warm leather
On my seat
and
Push my bag around with
My foot.
By Benjamin
I can smell dust
On the seat
and whiffs of smoke
On the air.
I see small, cute
Lambs
Eating grass
Under
the Trees.
I am feeling
A bit happy
and sleepy
From the cozy
Warmth.
When I am on the bus
To school
I hear people
Talking
and birds
Chirping
Over the loud engine.
I can touch
the fluffy seats.
They feel like marshmellows.
I touch my black school bag
Sitting
By the see-through
window.
By Bridget
Lots of dust
Fills the air.
Fresh leather
On the seats.
Mud on the ground,
Splish, splash, splat!
Birds, birds in the sky
Flying high. Bye!
Green, green grass
to the trees.
Trees go straight
to the leaves.
I
Am tired
Just sitting
On my seat.
My friends
Are all around
Me. The warmth
Inside of
My head. Loud engine
Brr Brr
Buzzing
in my
Head. Hear the door -
Click! Birds flapping,
Teasing me. I smell fruit
Inside my lunchbox, wrapped up
In my bag. The bag's zips
Jingle
Like bells.
By Sarah
I smell
the
Fresh leather,
the dust
When the door
Opens.
There is
Paper
and bags
Surrounding
the loud bus.
I'm sitting
In my seat
Tired, thinking
I might
Fall asleep.
Right now.
In the bus.
I can hear
Everybody talking,
Debbie's pens
Tapping,
and birds gossiping.
The toggle
On my
Polar fleece -
That's the thing
I fiddle with.
By Felicity
Smelly perfume
Tasty food
and dusty smoke.
Cool cars
Noisy buses
Flashing lights in the houses.
Do they win?
Do they lose?
I am really angry
if they lose.
I am frustrated!
Dripping oil
From the motor.
Squeaking wheels
and talking people.
Fluffy jackets
Bouncy seats
and bags on the ground.
By Nico
I smell
Dust
Hay
Petrol.
It smells
yucky!
I look out
My window.
There are
Cows
Tractors
and grass.
I feel
Happy
Sleepy
Excited.
By Lochlan
It smells like
Petrol
Farts
and muddy soles.
I see birds
In the bark-covered hedges.
Bumps
Shake my achy tired
Bones.
My ears hear
Squeaking seats
Squawking birds
and screaming
voices!
Bags
Lego
In my hand
and
Leather too.
By Jack
I smell
Dust,
Feathers,
and leather.
I see the trees,
The paddocks,
The buildings.
I feel annoyed,
Tired
and excited.
I hear the kids
Talking.
I hear the wind
Swishing past,
the engine purring.
I touch the plastic floor
and the leather seats
With feathers
On their backs.
By Alex
Sitting
In my seat
I smell
Sweet perfume.
On the floor of the bus
I see
Big splodges
Of mud.
In the bus I feel
Really tired
and an inch miserable.
In the front seat
I hear
Stones flicking up
and everyone talking.
On the seat
In the bus
I touch
Leather
Off the comfy
Seats.
By Isla
In
the morning
I get on the bus.
It smells like
Fresh leather
and dirt. I'm off
to school.
I feel angry.
I don't
Want
to go
to school. The rattles
Are rattling
and
Lunchboxes are shaking.
I'm sitting down on
the smelly seats
Until
I get off. As I
Leave
I touch
the filthy
Door.
by Dylan
1 comment:
What awesome poems!! I really enjoyed reading them. Well done, from Mrs Sloper
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