Poems and Pictures

In the Forest

Written by children from Bunessan Primary School and Jan Sutch Pickard at a forest visit in March 2017, with Emily Wilkins, Ranger Service.


Bumpy ground, cracky stick, bark flaky and rough, moss fluffy and soft,

squishy mud, dry bracken, dead leaves like ripped silk

– the feel of the forest.


What can we see?

Twigs, trees, moss, broken branches, crumbly old pieces of tree,

dead leaves nibbled, wee creatures with legs, a rabbit hole, a worm,

an eagle, circling.

What can it see?

Human beings, you and me.

Bark 1


Our senses are alive here –                                          

We feel slimy stuff and hear birds singing                  

and rivers flowing also,

we taste sweetness and see trees and smell air.     Palmo & Oscar

In the Forest


We see patterns on the bark,                                       

we feel that the moss is soft,

we hear birds, see a river and trees

and an animal made of moss

– a hibernating bear –

we thought this could be a den.                                    Elizabeth & Megan



I tasted salt, I touched leaves fallen from trees,         Leaves

we seen new plants and listened to birds sing,

found a pattern on a stick and spots on a leaf.

There is holes in the ground.                                         John & Finlay


Dark forest, trolls, giants!                                               David & Quinn


Eagle, trees, moss, leaves,                                          

logs, grass, breeze.                                                            Karys

Bark 3

Tiny leaves of sorrel, tasty,                                           

big trees wrapped in moss, soft and squishy,

giants on three trees above us,

giants made of willow and moss.                                 Katy & Lilly


I lie on very soft moss,                                                  

I see three giants heads,

I see eagles flying high,

round and round the trees.                                        Rory & Archie


Bird tweeting, river running,                                        Celandine  

eagle swooping, tasting air.

Dark forest, giant giants,

bus shining, trees in the breeze.

Logs lying, crows cawing,

twigs snapping, soft moss.

Patterned wood, bugs crawling,

golden celandine growing.                                             Jodie & Ciara


Bark 2I can see an eagle

peering through bare branches,

sweeping from the glittering blue.

I can see big, big wings,

as big as the biggest thing.

Yay – I’m free.                                                             Libby