Raindrop

by Poppy Llewellyn-Springett

I’m just a little raindrop going to the sea,
Listen to my story come on and follow me,
First I begin in a place called the water shed,
Where my path divides it’s self until its journeys end,
Next I go to a place called the water source,
This is where it begins; I’m pushed down by natures force,
Then I arrive at a stream, I’m taken down its flow,
After that I find myself in the upper course,
Confluences to tributaries, then I’m on another course,
But this time I know it’s big, because it’s the main of course,
I think now you can tell we’re nearly at journeys end,
But I have one more thing to show my dearest friend,
The mouth, the mouth, I’m really here, where the river meets the sea
And now you must understand it’s time for me to go,
I hope you have now learnt how a river flows,

My Journey as a Water Drop

by Molly Eyre

The water that you drink right now,
Might have fallen from the sky,
You never know when it will strike,
It is kind of human like,
The first stage is evaporation,
This is when the water vapour comes up,
It then comes up on to a mountain,
Where the sun wakes up,
Condensation is the next stage,
This is when the water vapour cools down,
When its finished cooling down the water finally falls to the ground.

My River Poem

By Phi l Iakovidis

The clouds drawn in,
The rain falls down,
The rain evolves into a river,
At the source, the start

It splits at the watershed,
It streams through a small channel,
Travelling the upper course,
The ‘V’ valley

It gradually grows, then,
The two meet, it creates a confluence,
Eventually it branches off into different areas.

The tributaries, the raindrop swirls to a bend,
The meander, just like a waterslide.

The journey is near the end,
The sea tasting freedom,
It reaches the mouth,
At its lowest course,
Flowing into the sea.

My Water Drop Poem

by Giorgia

Falling, falling, falling fast from the sky
Landing on a mountain top
Still so high.

Rolling, rolling, rolling
Sliding through the current now
Nothing’s ever slow

Rushing, rushing, rushing down the mountain side
Filling up the little gaps
Where we can’t really hide.

Sliding, slipping, sliding in and out the basin
Up against the rocks
The plants and weeds hasten

Flowing, flowing, flowing the river is now calm
Sitting on the top of the water
The journeys just begun.

Drainage System Poem

Jack Sysum

The drainage system starts with a droplet,
Of water from a cloud.

The drop will fall into the source,
That’s where the journey starts.

The drop will flow down the source,
And start to get bigger.

By joining all the other drops,
Going through the system.

Through the V shaped valleys,
And U shaped valleys too.

Around the meander,
And the strait parts too.

Eventually that little drop,
Will reach the last hurdle.

Going through the channel and out the mouth,
Is where the journey ends.

Journey

by Freya Sheer-Hardwick

The snow glistens as a blanket
Layering the hills in a white powder
As I drip down the icy banks
Slithering over my lost counterparts
Frozen in time.

As I travel further down the icy hills
With other streams I’m met
Pushing further, harder.
Down the hill I jet

As I splash into the watery bed
The pool of all
Where everything is fed

I catapult this way and that
Thrown all around
Pushed and pulled
Away I bound

As I stream down the hill side
By other streams I am lead
Down into the great ocean
Capped with a sizzling red.

Freya Sheer Hardwick

The water droplet

by Eddie Murphy

I am falling quickly
I hit the ground hard
I am at the edge of the watershed
I am not moving that quickly.

I am starting at the source
I am a little stream
There are other droplets with me
I am quite high.

Another stream meets me
It is called a confluence
I am going down a mountain
Travelling faster, faster then faster

There are tributaries coming into our stream
There are loads of droplets now
Still going fast
Nearly at the bottom of the mountain

I branch out to an estuary
Into the sea.

Eddie Murphy

Water Drop Poem

by Martha Tomlins

Water drop, water drop, falling through the air,
The top of the hill is inn her stare,
The source is where she wants to be,
At the beginning and feeling free.

She hits the ground and starts to run,
Joining forces and having fun,
Getting bigger as she rolls,
Making a stream is one of her goals.

Rolling down the upper course,
Gathering speed and greater force,
She hits another in her way,
A confluence was made this day.

The tributaries all meet as one,
Soon the journey will be done,
Now a great river, she’s almost there,
Anything in her path, beware.

Flowing through the middle course she goes,
Bigger and faster as she flows,
She turns the corner, the final bend,
Into the mouth, the journeys end.

Wendy Water Drop's Magical Adventure

by Emily Robinson

I have come from a big black cloud,
From a thunderstorm that was very loud,
Swept into the sea,
Hoping the water basin would like me,
The water mouth gobbled me up,
Like it was drinking from a cup,
We were sucked into the sun,
Where me & my friends had fun!

My journey down the River

by Hannah McMahon

On mountainous land where water fled,
Is where the will story begin.
Creeping through the watershed,
Dripping, dropping, flowing.

Through marshy grounds and swampy earth,
My journey begins here.
The creation of a source, a newly birth,
The first droplets like a tear.

The First channel, the first joint,
A stream just after the source.
Through a valley is its point,
Following a steady course.

The upper course is yet to find,
Its eroding and lengthening trail.
Through the river it may wind,
Fighting not to fail.

A smaller river meets the main,
Three quarters through our quest .
A confluence that is its name,
Ignoring me, the guest.

Branches and streams like a twisted tree,
Tributaries join the river.
Flowing, gushing, wandering free,
Waters ripple and quiver.

The path of the river takes a sideways track,
A meander during the middle course.
Eating the ground like a tasty snack,
A place for flooding and the farmers horse.

The mouth of the river is where it ends,
Into the ocean, a spread of sparkling light.
The cooling water cares and tends,
For this water droplet tonight.

Drip Drop
by Alex Simpson

I am a drop of rain,
Falling from the sky.
I do not have far to fall,
Because the river source is high.

I reached the source quite quickly,
It’s merely just a spring.
A boggy mess upon the hill,
The water cold and trickling.

The mountain isn’t steep,
But the water travels fast.
As I enter the first channel,
Shrubs and bushes all whizz past.

The upper course is over,
And the v-shape valleys are gone.
The river is now widening,
But the banks are holding strong.

The river starts to meander,
Like a roller coaster ride.
It gradually starts to settle,
The motion almost died

Tributaries are now evident,
Like veins they do appear.
The water spreads across the land,
So silent and so clear.

There is a confluence ahead,
It might drag me away.
This would make me all depressed,
Because I’d rather stay.

The confluence has passed me,
I am heading for the sea.
My journey is almost at an end,
Now I’m finally free