On World Book Day, Thursday 14th March, the author David Orme came to visit us at Elmhurst School. He read to us some of the poems he has written. Then he showed us how to use similes to make our poems more descriptive and imaginative. Inspired by his enthusiasm 3F wrote these poems:

The Agitated Wind

The wind outside,
Whistling loudly,
Like a giant screaming in fury,
And twisting like a frustrated whirlwind rotating wildly,
Like an elephant stomping through a dense rainforest.

Jordan Rose
and
Alexander Rowe
 

The Sun

The flames of the sun,
Crackle and hiss like an earthquake,
Spurting lava, rushing swiftly,
Down a steep mountain.
The glittery flames burn,
Like children's shining flickering eyes,
When they see their piles of presents at Christmas.

Aaron Coleman
and
Raheem Brown

 

 

The Volcano

The volcano erupted like a rocket blasting into space,
Leaving trails of molten lava behind.
The lava, like jam being squeezed from a doughnut,
Lying motionless for millions of years,
Like dinosaur fossils underground.

By
Satchit Srikanth

 

Fire!

Blazing hot fire,
Burning wildly through the Australian bush,
Like a racing car speeding around the track,
Leaving behind blackened remains
Like a dusty, old attic waiting to be cleaned.

By
Jamal Ali-Richards

 
 

The Sea

The gentle waves,
Silently rolling onto the smooth warm sand,
Like a Mother rocking her baby to sleep,
Or a turtle slowly strolling along the sand,
As if all alone in the world.

By
Kavish Shah
and
Christian Pacey
 

The Sea

The gentle sea patting the shore,
Like granny playing with a new puppy.
The sand as smooth as the silk bedspread on my bed,
Glistening brightly like a new car,
Standing proudly in the burning sun.

By
Jaineel Shah
 
 

The Rough Wind

The fierce, rough wind howls
Like a wolf welcoming the moon into the night sky,
Singing to the darkness
As if it were it's only friend.

By
Ashwyn Nair
and
Shaan Patel

 

The Rain

The gentle rain trickles down
Making patterns on my bedroom window,
Sounding like a violin being plucked
In a concert orchestra,
Or a piano playing soft tunes,
Slowly sending me into a deep, silent sleep.

By
Jacob Cross

 
 

The Sea

The sea crashes on to the rough rocks
Like a fierce bear trying to capture seagulls
For a delicious supper.
The waves stretch high on their tip-toes,
Swinging their arms around
Like a frantic mosquito,
Searching for it's food.

By
Rahul Patel and Nihal Godhania