Who Has Seen the Wind?

by Christina Rossetti

 Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you :

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you :

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing now.

I Had a Little Spider

by Emma & Eleanor

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 I had a little spider

We kept him in a box

When we opened up the lid

He'd tied his legs in knots.

I had a little spider

We kept him in a box

To keep his little feet warm

My gran kitted him some socks.

I had a little spider

We kept him in a box

He's rather black and hairy

So we called him Goldilocks

I had a little spider

We kept him in a box

I should have let the lid shut

Because now he's gone and got lost.

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Kestrel

by Erin Mazur

 Swift on the wing, powerful flight,

I soar, my tail spread wide

I fly for freedom, I fly for life,

On feathered wings I glide.

I am a Kestrel, the flyer, the soarer,

I am a falcon, I am a Hawk.

Death by air, I hunt the land,

Nothing but fresh killed flesh I eat,

I am a taker of life, please understand,

I kill by nature, not by will.

I am a Kestrel, the hunter, the thief,

I am a Falcon, I am a hawk.

Prettiest of the Falcon blood,

I have not a blue bird's song and beauty,

Nor a swan's long-necked grace,

But I am strong, fast, and free.

I am a Kestrel, the hunter, the thief,

I am a Falcon, I am a hawk.

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Yellow Weed

by Lillian Moore

 How did you get here, weed?

Who brought your seed

Did it lift on the wind and sail and drift

From a far and yellow field?

Was your seed a burr,

A sticky burr that clung to a fox's furry tail?

Did it fly with a bird who liked to feed

On the tasty seed of the yellow weed?

How did you come here yellow weed?

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War

by Anon

 War,

What is it good for?

Lifeless bodies

As far as the eye can see.

War,

What is it good for?

Manipulation

Third rate propaganda

And fanaticism.

War,

What is it good for?

Shattered dreams

Despair and trauma

War,

What is it good for?

Victory!

But with all we have lost,

Have we really won?

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Harm No Living Thing

by Mick Leigh

 Harm no living thing

Let your hand harm no living thing

Tread not on the busy ant

or things that crawl or creep.

Cause no mischief to those that fly

Leave in peace watery creatures

Renew your spirit, soul and energy

From provided plants that cure and heal.

Forbid your mind from searching greed

For only more is enough.

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Harvest Hymn

by John Betjeman

 We spray the fields and scatter

The poison on the ground

So that no wicked flowers

Upon our farm be found.

We like whatever helps us

To line our purse with pence;

The twenty-four-hour broiler-house

And neat electric fence.

All concrete sheds around us

And Jaguars in the yard,

The telly lounge and deep-freeze

Are ours from working hard.

We fire the fields for harvest,

The hedges swell the flame,

The oak trees and the cottages

From which our fathers came.

We give no compensation,

The earth is ours today,

And if we lose on arable,

Then bungalows will paw.

All concrete sheds around us

And Jaguars in the yard,

The telly lounge and deep-freeze

Are ours from working hard.

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A Dream

by Tabassum Khan

 I say

Open our hearts

Like a new flower

Let the hatred in us

Flow away like a stream

Let justice be set in our hearts

Like a stone standing

Straight and firm

I have a dream that one day

People all around the world

Shall eat from the plate of the peace

And say together

'We shall stay so always'.

One day

A tree will grow high and strong

In the garden of justice

And live forever.

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