Young Writers Write: The Rain

 

I was  happy hearing my young writers share their experiences of 'The Rain'. It was so interesting to know that these young minds are busy observing and seeking for ways  to express their thoughts and imagination. You never know how deep they can think, until you listen to them.  Enjoy reading their poems. 

THE WINDY NIGHT

A poem by Ugonnaya Daniel Iheme, 7 years old

Calvary Garden Nursery and Primary School, Lagos, Nigeria

In the darkest night

There came a stormy wind

Then what followed 

Was the rain beating

Against the bushes

And the roaring thunder

I also saw lights in the sky come and go

The streets were flooded

It all began with just a wind

A WINDY DAY

A poem by Zoe Nnaji, 7 years old

New Land Elementary School, Lagos, Nigeria

I went outside to play

But it was too windy

I went back inside to take a short nap

I woke up and it started drizzling

I thought the rain was about to stop

But it started raining heavily

I was so surprised

The wind brought the rain

I had to go back to sleep

A SCARY NIGHT

A poem by Olivia Nnaji, 6 years old

New Land Elementary School, Lagos, Nigeria

I was at home when it started to rain

The rain didn't scare me until the thunder came

The thunder and lightening scared me so badly

I quickly ran and hid under the bed

It didn't take long and the rain stopped

I came out from under the bed so happy

A COLD NIGHT

A poem by Victor Stanley, 6 years old

Vine International School Iwofe, Port Harcourt, Nigeria

It was a cold night

I could feel the chills all over my body

I hurriedly closed the windows

I reached out for my coat

As I lay on my bed

To enjoy the night sleep

I covered myself

With my blanket to keep warm.

A RAINY DAY

A poem by Adegboro Elnathan Ohunoluwa, 6 years

Vine International School, Port Harcourt

It was raining,

I needed an umbrella

A pair of boots

And a rain coat.

To go home

I got an umbrella,

A rain coat and a pair of boots.

The street was flooded

But I had to get home

It was such a wet day

A CLOUDY DAY

A poem by Gemma Chimenum Worokwo, 7 years

Bloombreed Montessori School, Port Harcourt, Nigeria

It was a cloudy day

No one could see

Because the sky was cloudy and dark

I thought it was night again

But I noticed that it wanted to rain

It didn’t take a long time

The rain started to drop

It was so heavy

That I went back to sleep.

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The Three Little Pigs

 

It was another exciting period, as I listened to my young writers give their different perspectives on the story of The Three Little Pigs. The ideas are so interesting; please enjoy reading their stories!

A story by Zoe Nnaji (7 years old)

Once there were three little pigs. One day, the three little pigs were reading some books about wild animals. One reading about a lion, the other about a snake and the last little pig read about a crocodile. They mimicked the animals they were reading about.

Then when the animals that they were reading about heard the three little pigs mimicking them, the animals started chasing them. The pigs ran and ran, then thought of an idea. They decided to disguise themselves as other animals.

So when the wild animals saw them, they did not recognize them and kept looking for them.

 

A story by Gemma Worukwo (7 years old)

Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs. They lived in a small hut near the forest. One day, they heard a loud sound. The three little pigs were so scared, so they followed the sound and entered into a lion's cave. One of the pigs unknowingly woke up the lion, and the lion started chasing them. So the pigs decided to hide in the bush and set a trap for the lion. The lion fell into the trap, and the three little pigs lived happily ever after without fear of the lion.

 

A story by Elnathan Adegboro (6 years old)

Once upon a time, there were three little pigs who built three boats. The first pig’s boat was built with straws; the second pig built his boat with sticks, while the third pig built his boat with iron.

There came a big bad wolf one day, with his pirate boat wanting to destroy the three boats built by the three pigs. Two of the boats were destroyed, but the boat that was built with iron could not be destroyed.

The other two pigs learnt that it is better to build with a strong material and the three little pigs lived happily ever after.

 

A story by Olivia Nnaji (6 years old)

One day, the three little pigs were playing outside their house. As they were playing, a big bad wolf quietly entered their house and destroyed everything in the house. When the three little pigs entered the house after playing, they saw their house, and it was a mess.

They blamed the cause on themselves and started fighting one another. They injured themselves and were about going to the hospital when they saw some marks on their wall. They recognized where it came from; it came from the paw of  the big bad wolf. The three little pigs then apologized to themselves and became friends again.

 

A story by Victor Stanley (6 years old)

There were once three little pigs that visited a Juice Shop. The first pig ordered for a  strawberry juice, the second pig ordered for a lemonade juice and the third pig ordered for a pineapple juice. When they had finished with their drinks, they discovered they had no money to pay for them. So they had no choice, but to work for the juice maker in exchange for the money before he let them to go.

 

A story by Daniel Iheme (7 years old)

Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs.  The first pig was a scientist; the second pig a doctor, while the third was a basketball player. 

One day, when the first pig went to his computer laboratory, he found out that a rock was about to fall and immediately he informed the other pigs. The second pig listened to the first pig, but the third pig who was a basketball player refused to follow the others out of where they lived. The third pig did not follow his friends because he didn't believe in science. All he was interested in was to prepare for the next game he had. So the other pigs left him.

One day, when he was trying out his basketball skill, he felt the ground shaking and was so scared. As soon as he looked up he saw a huge rock falling and ran as fast as he could.

The third little pig didn’t make it, because as soon as the rock hit the ground, the ground opened up and he fell and died.

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