Conquer

Poem from Werewolf Club Rules by Joseph Coelho

Five children clasping mittens
could not hug the entire trunk.
Whole hands could hide in the folds of its bark.
James, the tallest boy in class,
could sit on a root,
his feet would not touch the ground.

Every classroom faced the playground,
every child could see the tree.
Leaves beckoning.
Conkers swelling.

As the bells rang
we'd march to the tree,
sticks in hand,
eyes fixed on the mace-like horse chestnuts.
Green spikes hungry to prick
our minds obsessed by the jewels within.

Why not try...
  • Looking at the teaching sequence for Werewolf Club Rules, below. 
  • Visiting Joe's poet page for more videos…

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Joseph Coelho - Conquer

Joseph Coelho - Conquer