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The River by Catherine K, Year 11 Ripley St Thomas

Children use to chime,
As birds of all sorts used to rhyme,
While the weightless water danced,
Across the rough rocks,
As animals of all sorts scurried through the white water,
Swimming swiftly away from yapping dogs,
And joyful cheers echoed across the river,
From the busy golf course aside,
But now all is still,
No children in site,
Birds whining eerily,
As murky water drifts across,
Plastics of all sorts,
The only sound,
Is the busy road aside,
As few lonely animals,
Swim rapidly away from litter,
Which was left by children,
who use to chime

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EARTH TODAY by Sophie P, Year 10 Ripley St Thomas

The mist over the mountains
taught me that there is
beauty in the unknown,
And that you should keep walking
Even when you don’t know
where you’re headed.
The birds flapping their wings
On their first flight
Taught me to have courage
Even if you’re afraid of falling.
The setting and rising of the sun
Taught me that it is okay to rest
As long as you get back up
To try again.
The wildflowers taught me
To grow with perseverance
And bloom with grace.
This earth taught me
Forgiveness, and
But this world only taught me
How to destroy it.

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See Life, Sea Life by Justine W, Ripley St Thomas

When I visit the countryside, I love the dark skies,
No light pollution and can see all the stars
If you follow them the lead you to Morecambe Town,
Which I love also, and has lights of its own
Many bright lights, neon colours, flashing,
The stars disappear, all but a few and my eyes a draw downwards
Mind my footing on the ground
In one shop, then another, scanning the pavements to continue forwards
The Bay air is salty and smells of wet stones
People are everywhere, cars driving home
Bus stops as frequent as streetlights, street life, pedestrian chaos
The sea, the Sea Life metres away, secretly busy a life of its own
I’ll travel by train to Lancaster City, drenched in history, a thousand year pretty
I can shop ‘till I drop, meet friends, go for lunch and watch people
Doing the same without pause, pedestrian chaos
The medieval Castle, The Cathedral, the HUGE river
River Lune fuelled by the Sea power, from cumbria to Lancashire
Did I see the river today or the sea or the stars?
No not really though I journeyed as far
But The Sea saw me, and let me breath, let me eat, let me shop, kept me warm
I’ll see the sea next time, its coming to town,
Morecambe town, The Eden Project, bringing a Sea Life centre
Sea Life above ground, more people, long journeys, no stars
To See The Sea Life, via trams, trains and cars.

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Questions on Environment by Julia T, Year 10 Ripley St Thomas

Trees, flowers, grass, and bees or plastic bags, corpses, and a couple of weeds?
Four seasons a year or a cold, barren wasteland?
Will we care for our Earth or let it go to waste?
And will you use a bin or just toss it away?
For the turtles to eat and the waves to take away
Will we re-use and recycle or let our rubbish go to landfill?
When you go off to bed, d’you turn off your TV or just let it run for passersby to see?
Do you care for our Earth or let the green disappear?
Will the environment survive without you to keep it clear?
When everything has died and it’s dark outside,
Will you finally miss the smell of the morning dew on the grass?
Will you finally miss the birdsong that awoke you each day?
Will you finally see, you can’t save yesterday?

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Oceans and Beaches by Amelia L, Year 9 Ripley St Thomas

Oceans and beaches,
Places we love to go.
Once used to be home to many,
But that number has now reduced to be so low.
Once used to be lively and clean,
Now not as much can be seen.
Plastic pollutes the ocean,
And covers the sand.
What has happened to this wonderful creation?
Was it made just so fish could get stuck in tin cans?
Once the animals and organisms thrived,
But now many of them have died.
Though there is still some hope.
Reduce your waste,
Reuse what you can.
And protect the animals,
From the old way of man.

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Hereafter by Emil S, Year 9 Ripley St Thomas

The Environment is a beautiful place,
Things grow and die at a steady pace,
But we don’t treat it with respect and grace,
And now floods and fires have begun to give chase.

Just imagine all of the cute little cottontails
The tweet tweet of the common quail
The loud call of the humpback whale,
All of them, becoming weak and frail

Young teens cannot take the blame
For hurricanes or acid rain
We all caused this, which is plain
And lush green forests we can regain

The Environment was a beautiful place
Now thing don’t grow, but die at too fast a pace
We began to treat it with respect and grace
But floods and fires are winning their game of chase

We can fix this mess if we do it right,
Walk to school, turn off a light,
Climate action is taking flight,
Let’s save the planet and put up a fight

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The Run away land by Violet B, Year 9 Ripley St Thomas

I ran away from the grim face of society,
The dizzying climate of the city,
Moving my step towards tranquillity,
I stood there, letting it enter my soul,

How can beauty like yours be committed to live in this place,
I listen again to the whispering waves,
Music of nature, calming but so loud
The birds humming their silent songs,

Beauty is that which attracts your soul,
I reached a lonely spot were the sand meets sea,
The runaway land is the place to be,
Oh, Orkneys how you call to me.

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Once Upon a Time by Eva H, Year 7 Ripley St Thomas

Once upon a time, the world was luscious and green;
But now the world has changed; it’s really quite depressing.
I wish it could be like before, that would be refreshing.
Not to mention there’s hardly any trees, and people things its okay to pollute the seas.
There used to be plastic here and there, but now it’s almost everywhere.
The journey starts with you and me, let’s work together to set this world free.

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We must change by Lily M, Year 7 Ripley St Thomas

Beautiful trees and buzzing bees
Flourishing in the garden
Wild bears and fluffy hares
Running in the woods

Polar bears in icy lairs
Dancing in the snow
Fish in the sea, swimming happily
Water crystal clear

Deforestation, elimination
All the trees are gone
Mean hunting, hunters grunting
Animals run and run

Global warming is a warning
Will the humans wake up?
Flowers dying, bees are crying
Fishes full of plastic

We must change
Clean up the land
Clean up the sea
Yes, you and me

We must change
Clean up the land
Clean up the sea
Did you hear me?

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Environment Poem by Lucy T, Year 9 LGGS

Summer scurries in
On the edge of spring
Excited to take her place
Wildly spinning with grace
But then her timer runs out
And she has to dropout
For in twirls autumn
And she alters the mood
Leaf after leaf is barbecued
Until lastly falls winter
Comes in fast like a sprinter
A blanket spreads across the globe
The temperature drops
Exhausted from her work, she flops.

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The Great Oak – Sherwood Forest by Alan Smith

A single acorn fell, a millennium and some, ago,
With sun and light and rain I lived, survived.
Out lived my kind, now centuries long gone
Now I’m alone in silent majesty

I, this Great Oak, stand majestic
Amid my surrounding sylvan kind
I’ve been known to many Sherwood traveller,
Their shelter for a thousand years, and more.

Robin of Loxley passed my way,
First Earl, then outlaw he.
(Sheriff’s men rode close behind him),
He hid in my arms, in garb of Lincoln Green.

Pleasant peasant folk try their worldweary best
To survive ‘neath my canopy of green.
Truffle hunter’s sniffing dogs nuzzle fallen leaves,
While hunter dreams of that elusive earthbound gold.

Many times have I, this Mighty Oak, so strong,
Faced the worst, the very worst of seasons wrath.
I’ve seen springtime gales and summers burning,
Then autumn winds that foretell winter’s chilling white.

Now needing help from timbers that supports,
My ‘friends’ that keep me standing tall.
Fenced in, no one approaches, none come to stand by me,
No touch, no hugs, but dogs approach, still nuzzling leaves!

Though now I stand assisted,
I reign supreme o’er all I see before me.
Still standing tall in Sherwood, should reign another thousand years.
Who, mankind will be cut down first, me or thee?

That outcome, not what I want or wish,
Rather, we survive together, strong. We do belong
Together. Know this mankind, you need to change, and fast
Else, very soon, we’ll take that breath that could be our very last.

I, (and my kind), try hard for you,
That oxygen you need to live was ours, we gave it freely,
But with toxins that you and yours release to us
We can no longer guarantee to breath you life.

More than lip service and target setting is required,
Action is needed, and that action straight away, I tell you.
Else there will be no actions that you may take,
For all will be too late, then you and I await, our final ever nearing fate!

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Environment Poem by Bess C, Year 7 LGGS

There is a planet,
Outside this dying world
That one is free and green
Ours is dead and burnt
Oh, how I would love to see the green
See the life of the world once more
However, I don’t think we can…
Because the world is burning,
But what are we doing to help?
We are sitting and watching TV
While trees become victims of flames
They’re wasting away but what are we doing?
Think of the icebergs melting away
The polar bears with nowhere to stay
The plastic seas,
Home to the turtles
But soon they’ll be dead
Think of trees,
Burning away,
And why?
We are doing this
We need to stop
Stop killing the planet
Stop killing the crops
It’ll start with the animals
The poor little things
Then move on to the trees
But why are we doing this?
I really don’t know
We’re killing the planet
We’ll have no place to go
So, save the world because
As people so often say,
There is no planet B
Save the world today

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Environment Poem by Zahra M, Year 7 LGGS

The environment what a beautiful place to be,
Trees swaying, waves crashing how nice to see
On an autumn morning the leaves are falling
The colours start to change
The cool breeze swirling around you
The leaves are thinner than a page
The squirrels rushing to find something to eat
In the countryside where the sound is only a buzzing bee
Or in the forest where the trees are whispering
Birds are singing and the leaves are dancing so far away
The environment what a beautiful place to be,
Near the coast where the waves are crashing against the shore
And the seagulls are chirping so much more
The hot desert that you never want to be
Goes on and on and never stops
The environment what a beautiful place to be

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The Anthropocene’s Picnic – Pier Head, Liverpool by Debra Williams

If you go down to the waves today
For peace and quiet, a mindful
Meditative moment,
You’re sure of a big surprise
Because the Anthropocene’s in town.
“Roll up! Roll up!”
Get your synthetic ice-creams
From the diesel-belching vans
Lined up on the harsh concrete –
The heat island effect is strong here –
Dodge the darkly speckled
Dirty-looking juvenile gulls
Bin-dipping in the junk food
Effluence around the benches and steps –
The tin cans and plastic bottles
The takeaway cartons and cups
The cigarette butts and wet wipes –
And feel ashamed.
If you go down to the waves today
You’d better go alone
Because the things you want to say – shout – scream
Are better off unvoiced –
So maybe it’s safer to stay at home.

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At the Bottom of Kielder Water by Joe Williams

‘There are villages,’ they said.

Houses, and a school, a church,
and if you swam down far enough
you’d find them, could poke your head
inside, like a goldfish in a shell.

But someone else said ‘Bollocks,’
they knocked it all down long before
they let the water in.

As if that makes a difference.

As if the ghosts of Plashetts don’t
still float between their sodden rooms,
backstroke to the village shop
for milk, bread, the Chronicle,
news from yet-unsmothered towns
where trout don’t pass through walls,
and not everybody knows what it’s like
to feel the water rising
over their heads.

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Urban Pedestrian by Joe Williams

The urban pedestrian knows all the tricks.
Every ginnel, every back street, every right of way,
knows how to shave a minute
and exchange monoxide main road
for a park or a lazy canal.

The urban pedestrian knows what it takes.
He’ll be there in exactly thirty-two minutes.
No traffic jams can spoil his plans,
no two star Uber drivers,
no buses lost to suburban Bermuda triangles.

The urban pedestrian strides on his way,
alert to his only enemies:
the dawdling fool
and the little red man
who always says ‘WAIT’.

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Allegro on the Overpass by Joe Williams

See him there, the dancing fool,
Nureyev in Adidas,
cabrioles the carriageway,
allegro on the overpass.

Dancing as the lights go down,
St Vitus on Commuter Row,
gliding by the gridlock line,
step and turn and quick quick slow.

Dancing to the death of summer,
Fred Astaire in rush hour hell,
tapping through the traffic jam,
disco, tango, tarantelle.

The fool keeps dancing,
Tony Manero on Yorkshire slab,
dancing like the last Saturday
night we’ll ever have.

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Micro Gardens, Morecambe 9/22 by Charles Whitehead

Feel the weight of all the seeds
in a poppy head pour into your palm.
Touch multicoloured beans one by one.
Rock a box of seeds which slap side to side,
held in four hands, one person is deaf and non-verbal.


The fabulous architecture of seed heads.
“I grew this, have some”: creating futures.
Gardens, farms, trade, distance, migration.
Trail of Tears, growing teff to make injera, sourdough from 8 square metres of city wheat.
Origami envelopes: repurposed paper to recycle again in compost.


Sitting on the grass.
Finding what interests you.
Experiencing what you find.
Seeds for yourself, for your child, for your family, for your friend.

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Space to Create, Carlisle 9/22 by Charles Whitehead

Hosting time and a safe space
to create, play, design, construct, enjoy.

Two dozen people – adults and children – claimed the space.
Young ones had some guidance; older ones invented what to do and how.
Some mothers joined in and some watched.
The children were self-sufficient, reflective, assertive to ask for help if needed,
quiet, composed and as time went on smiling and showing off what they made,
proud for themselves, catching my eye though not making to please me.

Does this scene sum up what being resilient means?

You’re keeping energy and space available to move forward.
You’re not lost, whether this is a stepping-stone or the end of your journey as refugees.