Other Geography Related Poems

The following poems about Erosion are from Year 8 pupils at St. Georges College of Technology in Sleaford, Lincolnshire. Thanks to Mrs Kershaw for sending them in!

Erosion

Seas charge at our coasts
Eroding our cliffs and coastal cities
Also galloping like a rhino

Rivers tumble and chip stones erode the country inside out
Ivy like rivers spread all over
Venturing to an unknown destination
Eroding all banks in its way
Riding fast and hard

Whipping dust, grit and sand in your face
In any motion
Nicking rocks from cliffs
Destroying them to bits

Icy worms squirm through valleys
Crushing and cracking all the valley sides
Eroding, eroding, eroding

Danny 12

Erosion

Every day the rivers wear
Which leaves the riverbanks bare
Tiny rocks are carried downstream
And are dragged through the extremes

Coastlines are under attack
The waves never give slack
Waves weigh several tonnes
And the end result stuns

The wind takes tiny particles of sand
Scratches paintwork, leaving things bland
Car windscreens get attacked
Explorers come back to see their cars scratched

A tongue of ice appears
A glacier, shiny and ever so clear
The valley below begins to wear
The sides also are becoming bare

Ashliegh, 12

Erosion

As I stand upon a cliff
With the wind blowing in my face
And waves crashing beneath my feet
Wondering what created such a wonderful creation
Then I realised the sea was its creator
The waves starting slowly at first
But gradually getting faster during the day
Te strong waves crash into the land
And carry parts of the land away
Back into the ocean

I am at Cheddar gorge in Somerset
Taking photos of the sights
Thinking what created such a wonderful creation
Its ice of course
During the ice age when the ice formed
When it melted it left a gorge
Oh how I wish I could go back in time
To see how it was before and how it formed

Driving through the Sahara desert
Watching the paintwork slowly being scratched away
And windscreen being scratched to pieces
Wondering who could be this destroyer
It's the wind of course
I've noticed some rocks which have been eroded
Into very odd and strange shapes
By the strong powerful wind

I'm standing by Niagra Falls
Watching the flowing river
As every day tiny bits of rock are taken from the beds
As the river eats into the banks
Material is carried down stream and deposited
Somewhere else

Jezzie, 12

Erosion

Excitement, adventure, crash on the rocks
Raging river roaring, destruction, bashes, bangs, knocks
Over, under, round, everywhere
Soil searching without a care
Ice rolling, scraping, freezing down a rock
Ocean swirling, hurling, will it ever stop
Nature breaking, bashing, bumping on and on

Rebecca, 12

Erosion

Exciting waves crashing round
Ripping shredding all the ground
Ordering the musty ice as it freezes your mind
Steering rapidly as it falls
Icy madness wiping the glaciers
Opponents fighting wind and waves
Never succeeding anyway

Jemma, 12

Erosion

Erosion in this deadly world makes it more vicious
Rivers smack the side of the bank making the earth fall down
Over and over the wind hits hard, crippling the rock
See the sea when its wild, you will see it eroding
Inside the sea, power crashes against the rock making it weaker
On the ice going through gaps grabbing rocks
Now you know the ways of erosion

Jerrod, 12

Once in a faraway land,

There lived a rock

An insolent little rock,

One fateful day,

He angered the volcano gods with his brashness

This was a day his uneventful life took a major twist

The gods were both swift and merciless in their punishment

In a flash, great volumes of molten lava swept down the walls of the volcano

Ready to envelop the tiny little rock

However, seeing the little rock squeal and cry for mercy,

Big Brother Wind took pity on him

And blew him away in the nick of time

Far over the hills and across the lands,

The little rock fell with a hard thump onto a riverbed

His little brain received a huge jolt

He instantaneously fell into a deep sleep (coma),

When he awakened after half a century,

He found that he was not the same as he had used to be.

Other rocks had been stuck onto him ,

Some were bigger and some were smaller,

The little rock was greatly alarmed

He struggled and fought with all the energy inside his little body

His efforts were futile

He had been asleep for too long

More time passed,

The little rock began to age,

One day , he and his fellow rocks were picked up by a scientist

Who brought them to his laboratory,

He placed them in a kiln where they were subjected to great heat and immense pressure,

The little rock writhed in agony, but it was no use

After sometime, he was taken out of the kiln,

He had changed from a sedimentary rock into a metamorphic rock

And he found that he had a somewhat foliated texture

More time passed , the little rock was now an old rock

With tons of experience under his greying belt

Was this end of the story,

Not so, there was still something in store for him

This little rock had lived a healthy life,

Still hale and hearty at his old age

More time passed,

He lived

While his companions were not so lucky

One by one they passed away,

Finally leaving the little rock

To wonder how he had come so far in life

Only to die one day,

As time went on,

He was gradually buried deep in the Earth

There was great heat and pressure placed upon his old body,

Too much, too old

He melted, slowly turning into magma

He had gone the full circle

Ashes to Ashes,

Dust to Dust
Mark
Chinese High School, Singapore who is in the Gifted Education Programme. 

ROCKS
Big rocks into pebbles,

Pebbles into sand,

I really hold a million million rocks in

my hand.
Florence Parry Heide

Height and Relief
Layer Colouring and Contours

Triangulation Pillars and Spot Heights

These are all different ways of showing relief

Some areas can be hilly

Some areas can be flat

But they are all measured by height on a map

Layer Colouring is shading

With Colour on a map

The steeper the darker, green, brown, black

Contours are lines,

Drawn in black,

Going up in tens, 30's, 40's, 50's

Triangulation Pillars are high points

Marked on a map

A blue triangle with a hole, right in the middle

Spot Heights are black numbers

On a map

Not always high up, or low down

Now you know the rules

You can carry them out

As easy as learning, your ABC

Joshua, Liverpool College

GEOGRAPHY
If I could travel around the world

Great wonders I would see,

And then I’d really understand

The need for Geography.

The maps and charts upon my desk

Instead of wondering where?

I’d know because of course you see

I had recently just been there.

The wonders of America

Are such great sights to see.

Grand Canyon and the Hoover Dam

Locked in my memory.

The pyramids, the flowing Nile

In Egypt’s desert land,

Where long ago the pharaohs reigned

And played upon the sand.

The river Seine, the Eiffel tower

The city of romance,

Just cross the English Channel

To our neighbour sunny France.

Icebergs, hot springs and geysers

I’ll never understand

How all can be together

In the beauty of Iceland.

But till my journey starts

And my wishes can come true

Back to my maps and contour lines

My homework’s overdue.

Jessica

Liverpool College

Maps
Maps go in all directions

They all come in many sections.

From place to place they travel by

All the pictures taken in the sky.

Road to road, Street to street

Blisters appearing on peoples feet

Churches , buildings, bus coach and fire stations

All these things are all open to the nation.

Whether you go to the picnic site, golf course or the links.

When you drive through agricultural land it always seems to stink!

So you will have to think about the cost

Before you start getting lost.

Danielle, Liverpool College

A Frosty Morning

In the shade it looks like icy glass

The frost makes the grass stand up

The trees hardly move

Flocks of birds soar through the sky

Steam rises from the shed roofs

Sun streams through the trees

 Luke

Manor Primary School, Drayton Bassett

A Frosty Morning

The branches of the trees are like silver sparklers

The grass is wearing silver sprinkles of dust

The frost is like strings of glittering beads

The chill feels cold and still on my face

Sophie

 Manor Primary Drayton Bassett

A Frosty Morning

The grass looks like glitter in a tub

Silver bits of frost cling to trees and bushes

The sun melts the glittering ice

Like a yellow hot air balloon

Waving in the sky

Melissa

Manor Primary, Drayton Bassett