I love lupins sway in the wind
Petals dancing like butterflies
Nothing can beat their beautiful look
No matter how hard anyone tries.
They swirl, they twirl, everywhere
Like ballerinas in a show
Climbing up invisible stairs
Where light, gentle winds blow.
Various shades of purple
Lilac to deep
So very pretty
The petals you must keep.
Many types of pink
From lulling soft to hot
So wonderfully, wonderful;
Hurt them you could not.
Sunflower yellow
To creamy white
So very beautiful
You could look at them all night.
Bright scarlet red
Burning like the sun
But also gentle as a child
Simply having fun.
What irrisistible things
I could stand and stare all day
So I gaze as I write this poem
As the flower children play.
By Aisling Rayne (aged 11)
The world is like a puzzle
The trickiest one of all
No one will ever finish it
The one who thinks not, is a fool.
Every living thing
Is a special piece
As the world grows larger
The pieces will increase.
Every blade of grass
Every little leaf
Light and dark shows
Happiness and grief.
Everything is recorded
Nothing is left out
For this world we live on
Is what it's all about.
A piece, a life is chosen
And as it is picked up
That creature's life begins
Human or plain nut.
As it's place is found
That creature's life is played
Once found, the life ends
As quickly as 'twas made.
Oh what an amazing, everlasting puzzle
Made of earth, moon, stars and sun
Please treat this puzzle carefully
For it is the most special one.
By Aisling Rayne (aged 11)
Rush green grass blankets the earth,
Masking it from straying eyes
Swaying, it brushes away all mirth,
Sweeping it up to the skies.
Tall think giants clad in green,
Reach up to the clouds so high,
Arms stretching up, till unseen,
Bloosom in the sky.
Silvery streams dance through the fields,
Careering amongst creamy foam,
The wind drives them with banks as shields,
Eternal travelers without a home.
The fields are cloaked in green so deep,
And draped in fine mellow gold.
Shared by horses, cows and sheep,
To conceal the soil in a quilt so old.
Castles born centuries ago,
Strand defiant on the rugged hills.
Torn apart by a long gone foe,
Ancient kings with iron wills.
Villages so small sprout everywhere,
where memories of the past linger on,
The stone walls stand gallantly year through year,
The horse and cart long gone.
So come seek the place where birds sing,
And the trees are laden with cherry and pear.
Through the clouds the seagulls wing,
Above the Emerald Isle, so fine, so fair.
By Aisling Rayne (aged 11)
From my clear window I can see,
A blazing ball of dancing fire,
Which sailed over house and tree,
Now sinks in earth, beneath the briar.
The world glows pink, red, orange and green,
Creamy clouds float across the sky,
Airbourne birds veer up till unseen,
The where earth and sky meet the fly.
The grass glistens in the sunlight,
And trees sway gently in the breeze,
Cows guard their young waiting for night,
Sheep lie in the cover of the trees.
Horses stand peacefully in the heat,
Mountains stand, jarring with the sun.
Houses hide amongst grass and wheat.
Buttercups flower where deer run.
The sun has now descended and gone,
All that remains is threads of light.
The robin finishes the world's last song,
As the earth downs in the night.
By Aisling Rayne (aged 11)
I gaze at the divine ocean ahead,
tainted by wild waves,
light gleaming,
from radiant times ahead,
Radiant times.
I plunge into it's mysterious depths,
the darkness blinds me,
the mercy stretches out,
a gentle hand to guide me,
a gentle hand.
My journey of knowledge begins,
wonderous words, bulging books,
complex criteria,
so much to learn,
so much.
I indulge myself in wisdom,
elaborate equations,
distinct decimals,
such a long road to walk
such a long road.
I explore the boundaries of knowledge,
Technical technology,
extreme experiments,
knowledge is vast,
vast.
I fight am empty mist veiling the way
amazing arts,
creative crafts,
the mist lifts, the way is clear,
the way is clear.
Dawn has arrived, revealing my path,
shedding light on the world,
I have fulfilled my goal,
but my journey has just begun,
just begun.
By Aisling Rayne (aged 12)