Mersey Basin Campaign Blog

Laura's Poem

CLEVER RIVER

Flutter flutter togther,

Some fish are very clever.

The fish try to talk,

With the heron there to stalk.

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Anna B's Poem

RIVER ROD

To the river I went,

Over the water I lent.

Brought my rod I did.

But they know I have a net,

They’ll swim away I bet.

Brought my rod I did.

What should I do,

I’ll think in a minute or two.

Brought my rod I did.

I put down my rod,

And went for a plod.

Brought my rod I did.

Then I went home,

I had a groan.

Brought my rod I did.

I will be back tomorrow,

Dan’s rod I will borrow.

Take his rod I will !!!

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Rachel's Poem

What Fun Today

Down the river bank I fly,

See people eating pie.

I have a wish,

Then I see a fish.

The river is rippling by,

I fly high in the sky.

A king fisher I am,

I go slam.

What a juicy fry,

I go bye to that fry!!

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Rachel's other Poem

What a Beautiful River

Down the river bank I trot,

Hear the birds tweeting a lot,

Fish jumping high,

Looking at the light blue sky.

I smell nice flowers,
Water falls, April showers.

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Joe's poem

A Silly River

I went on a boat,

But it couldn’t float.

I saw some funky fish,

In the style of a dish.

Whoever saw a fish,
As silly as a dish.

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Thomas's Poem

Fishy Water

I saw a fisher man,

Ready with a frying pan,

I saw a heron fishing,

Stood in the water wishing.

Look at the fish flipping,
Listen to the water dripping.

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Bethany's fishy poem

Pupils at Thorneyholme School have written poems with a fishy theme.

We are promised lots more, but here are the first few for you to enjoy:-

Canals 

Canals are quiet, canals are great,

Sometimes they have ducks sitting straight.

I saw a silver fish swimming by,

Then it said to me goodbye.

I heard a bird in a tree,

It sang a lovely tune for me.

I saw a frog saying Hi,

Then it caught a juicy fly.

The sun was setting.  It said goodbye,

It is time to go home I thought with a sigh!

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Billy's fishy poem

DOWN A RIVER

I saw a boat that actually sank,

I am upon the river bank.

I heard a splish and a splash,

Then a big bang and crash.

In the water I saw a frog,

It was sat on a river log.

I saw a shiny fish,

That wasn’t on a dish.

I saw a fish that did not fly,

Looking up at the bright blue sky.

The sun was going down,

Now my child do not frown.

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Oliver's fishy poem

The life cycle of the trout

Hello I am an alevin.

I only have a small fin.

My Dad is bigger than me.

I am smaller than a flea.

Hello I am a little fry.

I can hear a boy cry.

Now a car whistles by.

And I jump up for a fly.

Hello I am a parr.

Look at that man with the jar.

Look at that car over there so far.

Oh no I’m in the jar.

Hello I am a smolt.

Look at that man saying halt.

Oh look at that float.

Now I’m near a boat.

Hello I am an adult trout.

On no my son is in that boat.

Come here my smolt.

It’s not your fault.

You could swim down to the salt.

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It's a Trout's Life

Children at Brabin's Endowed School in Chipping have been studying the life of the trout.  They have had fun illustrating its journey to the sea and back in a series of lovely pictures.

Click Download brabins_trout_story.pdf to see the completed work.

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