WildVerse 2017 - closed
This year’s WildVerse is now closed but the judges have been hard at work reading all your amazing poems.
The results are in...
Wildverse judge and author Laura Dockrill said this year’s entries were amazing and should be highly commended, but the results are in…
Scroll below to read the Wildverse Winning poems or tune in to Fun Kids to hear them! On December 11th, 12th and 13th between 4-7pm you can hear this year’s Wildverse winning and runner up poems on-air.
Fun Kids is the UK's children's radio station. Listen on DAB Digital Radio, via the free Fun Kids mobile app, online at funkidslive.com, or just ask your smart speaker to “Play Fun Kids”.
This year's winners
The Oak Tree by Jacob, age 7
My favourite tree is an oak tree
It stands by the roadside, all alone
But when I see that oak tree
I know I’m nearly home
It’s rather old I think
Its leaves have blown away
But I love that lovely oak tree
I see it everyday
The Shell by Alasdair, age 6
I saw it lying on the sand
Shining in the sun
A little present from the sea
A silver shell left just for me.
I wonder what stories it could tell
Of far off lands and sea creatures
The wonderful things it got to see
Before it came to the beach for me.
The Blue Sky by Caitlin, age 6
Sun in the blue sky.
Shines on high.
Feather light clouds.
Fly on by.
Grey clouds form.
They break the norm.
Rain falls heavy.
On trees and ground.
Butterfly hides from the rain.
If he gets wet he won’t fly again.
A Walk in the Woods by Rowan, age 7
As I walked into the woods I saw and heard
The breeze tickling the leaves.
I follow a path wild animals have made
Through the many trees.
Acorns fall just missing my head!
I see them hitting some fungi instead.
They cover the ground joining twigs and leaves,
I move on, away, from the old oak trees.
Some blue-purple berries catch the corner of my eye-
Bilberries, too late, for the dog or I to try
To my right a green woodpecker laughs HA! HA! HA!
“Come on Woof, we haven’t gone that far!”
I like the heather blossoming, it’s a shame it won’t last.
I walk through some fern, it tickles me as I brush past.
Rowan trees cloaked in moss like a sleeping bag.
I find a stick for the dog which makes her tail wag.
On we go over a hill and a river
My foot gets wet and makes me shiver.
Holly berries, a buzzard, a mouse hole to see,
Blackberries to share for the dog and me.
Tormentil flowers on the upward track
I can see now that we’re nearly back.
Collect some hazelnuts, the end is in sight,
The lovely last moments of dappled sunlight.
I Wonder by Izzie, age 10
You know how you can feel
That the whole world is pushing
down on you?
But there is that one place
That makes you feel special,
like no one else is there
apart from you.
My place is outside a sleepy town.
Me and Dad walking through
A faded forest, feeling the cold wind
on our faces.
I wonder if you can picture this?
Trees, their bark a bitter black,
their leaves all shades
of red, orange and gold.
We found branches and bracken for a shelter
Cupped blackberries in our hands,
Watching the leaves falling,
From a great height.
In the distance, across a muddy field
A crow was calling.
Soon it was time to go.
The wind wound round us
As we were running home.
Our Sea by Cicely, age 9
A sand licker
A toe tickler
A sandcastle knocker
A welly-boot cleaner
A plastic collector
A fish and chip maker
A rock thrower
A sealife carer
A sky’s mirror
Midnight in the Forest by Chioma, age 12
The wolf howled shamelessly at the stroke of midnight
At the glistening moon that hung angelically in the glittery sky
His fur rustled as the midnight breeze gradually approached his coat
And his eyes twinkled as the prestigious moonlight seeped into his eyes
All at midnight in the forest.
The owl sang harmoniously at the stroke of midnight
As her delicate feathers played tranquilly with the midnight breeze
Her eyes, daring and attentive, guarded the shady sky like a hawk
Whilst flying divinely through the indistinct, yet faint, clouds above her
All at midnight in the forest.
The fox cubs played energetically at the stroke of midnight
As their cushiony paws trampled piercingly among fragile pieces of nature
Their abundant tails tagged along ecstatically, tails as fleecy as clouds
And noses, black as ebony, captured the vague moonlight from the sparkly sky
All at midnight in the forest.
In the Woods by Grace, age 11
The air feels warm and close, as lifeless leaves crunch under my feet.
Melodies bird song floats into my ears and fills me with spirit.
Weary sunlight slowly glimpses through the trees,
Hiding from the wide awake world.
I can feel the uneven surface of the scrawling giants,
Reaching their arms out to me and not caring to be neat.
I can hear squirrels scurrying all around,
Their sharp claws shaving off chunks of bark
As they rush up the tree
Like darts being thrown at a board.
As I take in everything that is in front of my eyes,
I feel free and so light as if I am flying over the world.
The air tastes so clean and refreshing in my mouth
As I stroll around.
Deliciously sweet blackberries explode in my mouth,
Although some are sharp as a knife, slicing right through my tongue.
A carpet of leaves and mushrooms fill the woods;
The smell is warm and fresh
But I can also smell the sap from the trees around me
As well as the pinecones that have been gnawed.
13 and over
Rugged Beauty by Laura, age 16
We rolled over and over. This rugged beauty
Heather sprouting left and right.
Creating a sea of proud purple across the
Panoramic view we made with
Our very eyes. The slate slid down the vertical
Slopes above us as we trudged along the worn out road.
Minuscule pockets of snow hid behind the pines.
Sinking into their boggy glory. Beneath the sun dews and myrtle.
The deer’s roamed ducking their antlers behind bushes
To graze upon the red grass. Below their tired hooves.
White clouds evacuated the scene.
Replaced by heavy grey tanks
Which sprayed the land with its
Rich, sweet bullets.
Clean and pure the clouds descended.
Over the mountain face,
Engulfing every tree, deer and
Sprout of heather in its path,
Including our foolish car.
We placed our feet onto the springy bog
Bouncing as if on a bed.
We proceeded along the rigid ridge
The rain pierced our skin with its icy touch
A froglet leaped. Its satisfying plop
Into a nearby pond led me into
A flood of joy.
The deer were fleeing.
Our loud steps upon the soft ground,
Made them scurry to shelter.
A furry caterpillar caught my eye.
I let it crawl upon my frostbitten hand,
And curl in-between my finger prints.
It wiggled and tickled its
Hairs into the cracks of my hands.
I placed him beneath a leaf
To cover him from the rain.
The rugged beauty of Scotland.
I will always remember
Nothing will deter me
Of those memories in September
I speak only the Scottish vernacular
So I can speak to the nature
That lives there. So spectacular.
The Transient Treecreeper by Lucy, age 13
A brown feathered fairy
Flutters through the trees.
It crashes past the crocuses and swarms of flustered bees.
The silver birch is refuge,
The oak it calls its home.
And the dappled forests a sanctuary,
A haven in which to roam.
A little fuzzy mouse
Scurries up the tree.
It peeps into a cosy hole -
The perfect nest-to-be.
The moss a downy lining,
The twigs a delicate bed.
And hatched eggs will breathe new life and joy,
And hungry beaks to be fed!
A tattered butterfly
Spirals round the tree.
Hunting down caterpillars,
This is the springtime struggle,
Nature’s annual test.
For every hungry mouth to feed
Comes parenting at its best.
A chirpy treecreeper
Warbles from the tree.
Echoes ring out from branches,
From treecreeper babies.
The new brown feathered fairies,
The new butterfly mice.
And for our laboured treecreeper
Rewarded by paradise.
Please See a Spider’s Worth by Reece, age 14
People take one look at me
And shriek and scream in fear;
It’s such a strange phenomenon
Is it my colour? My look? My web? Oh what could it be;
To cause such worry and fright?
Why aren’t people happy to see me;
When I come into sight?
You should be really,
As I clean up all the rooms;
See my favourite summer delight is an abundance of flies
For you irritation from flies looms.
It’s then off I go to work
Up, down, round and about I go setting up my snares;
White, grey, even silver in right light;
To trap a fly unawares.
So, when you get yourself ready
To retire for the night
And only my cobwebs
But no flies in sight
Please, don’t use your duster
To destroy all my hard work
Then you’re certain to find
My presence is a perk.
In truth there’s really no need
To feel afraid of me;
I’m adding to your comfort,
Of my worth do you now see?
The Wild Woods by Poppy, age 13
As we’re snuggled inside,
The wind rages wild,
And the rain gusts mild
The trees sway and creak,
Their branches dripping droplets,
Onto the sponge that is the mossy ground.
The fly agarics and penny buns,
Hiding in the nooks of trees,
A muddy stream runs,
Slugs and spiders, no butterflies or bees,
But still an idyllic spot
Whether spooky or not.
What they've won
We teamed up with Fun Kids and VQ to give you the chance to win a DAB Digital Radio, have your poem published in one of our magazines and read out by Laura Dockrill on Fun Kids.
All radio prizes are kindly donated by our friends at VQ. To learn more visit www.MyVQ.com.
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1.This competition is open to all UK residents under 18, except any employee of or person directly connected with the RSPB and their immediate family members. Proof of age may be required.
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