I soar, I duck, I dodge.
My mission is so simple:
Reach the warmth, the food
Follow the stars, follow the sky
Reach the place where the rich food lies
Use the power in my wings
The wind is strong
But so am I
by Esther Kent
If I was a bird I would see the world
In a new light
A new perspective.
All the millions of problems and arguments would mean nothing to me.
I would be free of the greedy, the selfish and the liars.
I would have the whole world to explore, to myself
If I was a bird
by Robert Ibarra
When the wind came I took to my wings I flew quite unsteadily at first
But it was worth it.
Soaring through the sky
The freedom of being so high When I let loose and flew
Flight was my destiny
in the atmosphere full of danger – But the view!
I wish I could go again… If I had wings
If I had wings
by Noah Max
Set your path through the sky
Just keep on flying up so high
Small bird, don’t give up
Keep on flying so you don’t drop
Keep on flying through the air
Just don’t have a single care
You may be so very small
Just don’t give up so you don’t fall
by Jason Small
A little bird
Flew a distance that no-one else could reach.
What a miracle.
A small thing is not weak
This is evidence and you say:
How far did it fly?
It flew over the ocean
And to the Caribbean
And not only that
It flew into the wind
With no difficulty
What a miracle
by Hafsa Ahmed
This is the story of a little bird,
It flew much further than I had heard
It took flight from the safety of an experts hand
It flew from land to land to land
No-one realised how far it flew
Until they discovered it’s journey to Peru
It did not travel by plane or boat
It flew by itself with its russet red throat.
by Maya Brown
I created a nest like a puzzle
Shadows are creeping over the land
My egg hatched into fragments of shell
Will I miss the cosy nest?
Will this place change while I’m away?
Will I ever come back?
by Liv Goldreich
That uplifting moment
When you rise up and up and up
When the wind takes control
by Talia Hendry
One little bird, one wonderful bird,
Is more than just a song.
For storms have occurred—another can be heard.
A hazardous, dangerous tropical storm.
Flying high in the sky,
This bird is well equipped,
For a storm is heading and while they fly,
It gradually slides into you, my bird.
Crash! Thunder, lightning, a tropical storm.
Violent, ferocious, world – crushing beast!
One fragile bird, one tiny dot,
Tossed, turned, thrashed, feathers blown, bones crushed!
Fly little bird, be brave, be strong!
Gather your courage, have faith in your heart.
Battle the monster and fight to the end!
The song in your heart sings stronger than wind screams.
One small bird in a terrible storm,
Will one small bird survive?
by Seamus Barker, Yanwath School
We were born to fly
Up in the real-high sky,
To sing with you,
To dance in the stars
And fly away with you,
Over the seas and the mountains.
We fly to the city that never sleeps,
Over more mountains we travel.
We swim to meet with our family,
Back in Peru.
Over seas and mountains we’ve flown
To end up back home.
Dominic Horribin, Age 10
Flying is fast;
Flying is fun;
Flying is swooping up right to the sun!
Flying is joy,
It takes away your frown;
Flying is great, but don’t look down!
Flying is cool; flying is free;
Flying is adventure for you and me!
So if you really want to fly,
Keira Walker, Age 10 and Tyan Isles, Age 9
Lobed toes to help you swim
And make whirlpools in the waves.
Just 20 days from an olive-buff egg
‘Til you can spread your wings and fly.
With your grey, chestnut, black and white feathers,
You like to migrate to tropical weathers
Kara Tallentire, Age 9