Antrim Primary

What Am I?
I am bought in JJB. I am a big and round. I
am red and white I am placed on a shelf .
Garrerd bought me and tested me out. I'm
Ł40 to Ł45, but Garrerd is a special
customer . I am put In a games room. My
owner brought me to a real match. What
am I?

by David Wilson

Listening to others,
Usually his brother,
Keeping promises when he could.
Everyone respects him when they should

Always doing what is right,
Not all taking flight,
Doesn't sleep until everything's alright.

Delighted to help anyone,
You should see him having fun,
Looking after everyone,
And helps his buddy's,
No one doesn't like him.

I am the mighty power,
Only the kindness part of a flower,
No other bully can make me feel small,
Although she's under pressure, she keeps
her eye on the ball,

Although we are strong,
Never getting anything wrong,
Doesn't get distressed,

Loves to sing,
Ensures that people do the right thing,
Always being kind,
Helpful to blind.

Must have faith and to believe,
Or if she doesn't she'll have to leave.
Liking the people that she see's,
Loyal and kind the people must be.
In the rough times she always stands
strong,
Ever wanting peace and no wrong.

Seeing the best in all that people do,
Must sort out the problems that hide in you.
Yes, she's ready for battle but hates to kill,
Tenders the people that are ill.
Helping every thing, you know that she

Really good at listening,
Every day she goes to christenings.
Because she's so brilliant, kind she must be,
Everyone says she makes them feel glee.
Knowing it is important to help,
Always looking out for dogs that yelp.
Having fun while doing her job.

Always helping people who are in the middle
of a sob.
Never letting people down,
Doing her job, never letting people frown.

Likes to help the weak,
Other people ask her to fix the leaks.
Unlike others she is really kind,
Is always easy to find.
Special and unique she is,
Everyone calm, not in a tiz.

Clever and intelligent he is,
And Caleb is a computer whizz.
Looking out for others,
Equal opportunities he makes sure,
By in school's charities donating to the
poor.

And fair these friends are,
Never not put on their seatbelts in the car.
Daring and deceiving these friends are
not.

David is good at I.C.T.
And is always sharing equally.
Very kind he is,
In tough situations he is never in a tizz.
David is always willing to help.

Changing and growing,
Her mind keeps on flowing,
Listening to others,
Optimistic through bothers,
Everlasting happiness she spreads

Although we have many qualities,
Not much comes in quantities,
Different and daring we are

Considerate towards others,
And kind to friends, sisters and brothers,
Volunteering and cheering,
Asking and hearing,
Never untrue to a friend

Good at football
Look after someone if they fall
Every time he knows he's right
Never arguing by getting in to a fight
Never thinks he is wrong

Always looks on the bright side of life
Never backs down and allows there to be
strife
Drives the team on

Revives confidence when it's gone
You can always trust him
And he encourages the team to win
Never ever say I am not a WINNER!

What Am I?
"I would like to buy a ball please" said a
man.
"Certainly" said the shop man. The Man
holds me up and gives me to the shop man
and beeps me on something.

The man took me to his class. I was put in a
drawer. Soon I heard voices saying, "Can
we play rounders please Mr Savage?"
"Yes Jordan" Said Mr Savage. "I'll get the
new ball." "Class line up" said Mr Savage
As he lifted me out of the drawer.

The children got into two teams. David
bowled me and Jordan Smash me over the
shelter. I was thrown back., David bowled
me again and a girl hit me and David
caught me. Then I got bowled again and a
boy wrecked me I had good fun.

What am I?????????????????

By David Porter

The life of a ……..
I was sitting very lonely in JJB sports .On a
stand looking around the place really having
a good look. When someone came over and
said to the man I like this one! So he bought
me!! I thought I was going to get murdered!!!

So he didn't murder me! But he really bought
me. Now I'm lying in a bag with lots of balls
and they look so old and scuffed. I really
didn't know what had happened to them!

One day the man lifted me out of the bag. I
saw lots of children - soon a little girl started
kicking me. Then a little boy started kicking
too! They finally stopped and a man put me
back in my bag. I was so happy!
What am I?

By Charlotte

The life of a ……

"Oh here we go again". Everyday lonely
children come and talk to me in the park
sometimes I think why do I bother. It was
midday and the park closed for an hour Oh
bother. Lonely AGAIN. I am always lonely.
Then these to boys came and picked me up.
Their names were Ryan and Sam. I was
shocked because they took me home to
Ryan's house. It was very nice inside and
he placed me in the sink and washed
me…..mmm warm.

Then we went outside to play. Ryan and
Sam had new racquets…but Ryan couldn't
hit me with the very nice racket so he went
to a class. When he came back we could
play again and he was excellent.

A day or so later a letter came through the
door. It was sort of shiny and silver. We
opened it and it said....
Would you, Sam and Ryan like to take part
in a tournament? Sam and Ryan wrote back
with a big massive yes! A day later the
tournament was starting and I felt air. I was
a star.
What am I?

By Cameron M

The Life of a ………

I was sitting in my little box, with the other
stupid balls just waiting for someone to take
me home with them. This sports shop is
sooo boring.

Then a few days after a woman came into the
shop. 'I want one of those,' she said to the
shopkeeper, and pointed to us. The
shopkeeper came over and lifted ME up! Yay!
The woman said, 'I'm playing in Wimbledon
this year.' What is Wimbledon? What kind of
name is that? So I was placed into her bag
and we left the shop. FREEDOM! I was left in
that bag for weeks until I was lifted out into
the fresh air and was dropped on the ground
where about ten other balls lay. They called
me names and pushed me around. 9

All of the balls were picked up and hit
elsewhere by a circle with a stick at the end
which had lines going up and across
through the middle of the circle. We did it for
weeks and I started to get fed up by the way
other balls were so mean and that we got hit
through the air every 2 minutes. Then one
day crowds of people came to watch us.
When all the balls except from me were hit it
was my turn. The two players both needed 1
point to win. My owner
Hit me and when I was in the air I shifted
across to the side of the court. My opponent
missed me and I won Wimbledon! All of the
balls love me now. :
What am I????

By Sian Reed