From the Newsletter of Hampstead Parochial School…
“We offer our congratulations to our three finalists who attended the 2014 Camden Poetry competition finals. Christian Lam, Philip Roberts and Peter Nedelijkovik attended the event, held at the British Library, with Miss Chappell. The competition was very stiff with some amazing entries from 8 primary schools in Camden. There were 200 poets who submitted entries so we were extremely proud to have all three boys representing us in the finals.
Peter won the category for key stage 1 boys with his space-themed poem and Philip won the key stage 2 boys’ category with a poem featuring a Christmas walk through Hampstead. Both boys were given a silver key, book and certificate. Christian proudly received a finalist’s certificate and notebook for his picnic poem. We look forward to next year’s entries!
Simon Atkinson, headteacher
Space Poem By Peter Nedelijkovic
Space is vast and never-ending-infinite
I wonder if space is ever boring, I don’t think so.
I know space is full of meteorites.
If I went to space I would go to the moon or Mars.
Astronauts must be strong and good at maths, like my daddy
Maybe we could go there together.
Picnic Tea– by Christian Lam
We found a shady spot under a tree,
Here’s what we had for a picnic tea,
We had midges in the sandwiches,
Slimy beetles in the jam,
Sly cats in the sausages,
Wiggly worms in the ham,
Crawling ants in the bread,
Horrifying flies on the cheese,
Disgusting spiders on the rolls,
Ice-cream full of beans!
A Christmas Poem in Hampstead– by Philip Roberts
We walk up the hill on Christmas eve,
Through dark and gloomy streets,
Through the deserted graveyard,
To a sudden explosion of Christmas light.
Shops packed with gifts – dads and kids,
Looking to find last minute presents,
A man playing guitar under a Christmas tree,
Light shining in the darkness down the street.
The magazine seller outside Tesco’s
Sells his last magazine, packs up and leaves,
Snow starts drifting down and the ground
Gradually turns into a white blanket.
We walk back home and see in our window,
Our own Christmas tree, beckoning us into the warmth.