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Bardic Poems.

Every year for St, David's Day year 6 children write poems for the Bardic Poem Competition. The winner has a shield with his or her name on it, a wooden chair and wins lots of points for their house. Last year's winner wrote a poem about "Feelings". It was published in a book of children's poems. This year's winning poem was about My Family.

FEELINGS

When I was born my mum used to feed me

My life was hers,she used to lead me.

She was my playmate when I was three

But then I didn't really see.

When I was five there was pocket money,

I felt sweet,boys used to call me 'Honey'.

Now I'm ten she's a dragoness,

She shouts at me and calls me a pest.

At fifteen she's making my life hell,

It's just like living in a cell.

By twenty-one she's my worst enemy

She makes my life into a big ceremony.

I walk away,I hate her so,

But five years on I feel so low.

Looking back I feel in shame,

My mum thinks,two can play that game.

I take a deep breath and knock at the door

And wonder in my head,what's in store.

I see her face,I start to cry,

I say to her 'I'm just passing by.'

My mum cries too and hugs me tight,

I wish we never had to fight.

Our life changed then,we started caring,

All the things we now are sharing.

Then came the day my mum got ill,

I hoped to give her some of my will.

And now it's me that leads the way,

It's now my mum that has to obey.

How things change as life goes by,

Has anyone the time to wonder why?

Donna Barter.

This was the winner of this year's Bardic Poem Competition which was about "My Family".

I hate my two brothers,

They tease me all the time,

They go around taking things that really are mine.

The little one takes my bestcards

That are all the way from spain

The big one is a showoff ,

He's just a hurtful pain.

When my friend's are sleeping round

He comes into my room,

He say's, '' can I watch the film?"

So I raise my fist and BOOM.

I wish I had a sister

To keep me company,

And scare off my brothers

When they 're anywhere near me.

I really hate my brothers

I could throw them in the bin,

And if we had a fight I'd definitely win.

I hate my brothers,I really do

But sometimes not as much,

They've given back the things they took

And now we're playing touch.

I've made friends with my brothers,

I'm so glad of it too,

I couldn't live without them,

We're stuck together like glue. I

love my brothers dearly,

I guess I have from the start,

And if they are not with me

They're always in my heart.

by Sarah Biggs