Allenbourn Middle School pupils wrote their own stories about the River Allen which runs alongside the school playing fields.
water rushing, glistening by Luca
water rushing, glistening
in the warm embracing sun
the sounds of happy chatter
envelop the town,
feeling the soft warmth
i walk on tuning into the trickle
of the river water and the
satisfying crunch of leaves underfoot
the autumnal breeze cool and fresh,
the mesmerising smell of wood smoke
fills the air. leaves elegantly float
without a care in the water
better than staying in bricks and mortar
the sun starts to set who knows if
tomorrow is dry or wet
oranges reds and yellows fill the sky
a paddle of ducks walk by
sometimes you must enjoy the simple things!
Whenever I Go Down to Wimborne by Lilly Helliker
Whenever I go down to Wimborne, I always make it my first priority to glance over the bridge and look upon the enchanting River Allen. Every time I look over, it’s always a different scene. On one day, there could be a swan swimming gracefully downstream with her gosling. On other days, it could be a small family of ducks bobbing contentedly under the sun. On very hot days, it’s a very good idea to sit beside the river and listen to it run by like music.
As my memories draw to a close, take my advice!
Go down to the River Allen for fun, laughter and everything nice.
My lovely River by Gracie Greenfield
Hours spent watching the dogs prancing in the splashes of their paws,
Simply listening to the jubilant cries dancing their way through the jaws of the river,
My lovely River,
Minutes used sat feeling safe in the warm clasp of the tree branches capturing the water,
My lovely River,
Seconds spent staring at the next line of my book, examining every word carefully but eagerly,
Years used calling my lovely river,
Home.
Memory of the River Allen by Lily Bevan
The River Allen ripples alongside my school and if you listen closely, you can hear the pitter patter of the petite waves assemble against each other as the pellucid and shimmering waters transpose steadily past. Sometimes, people walk alongside with their variety of different breeds of dogs. Most days, me and my friends lean against the gate that separates us from the waters and listen to the sound of the music created by the birds flying above us or chirping in the trees. We could see the presence of the swans as they glide alongside the river with their angelic feathers swaying swiftly in the fresh yet bitter wind. Usually, the look of the waters calms me down when I’m feeling stressed or to amuse me for a while.
One Hot Sunny Day by Katie
One hot sunny day me and my friend Maisie walked down to the river with good intenTions to go on the rope swing. As we took in turns pushing each other, I grabbed her hands and dragged her into the river with me. we were laughing while shivering. After Maisie scrambled up to the rope swing, I tried to jump from one side of the river to the other which did fail as I fell in on my first attempt. Later on our friend Eve came to join us and me and Maisie were dry by this point, so we pushed her in covering us in ice cold water. When she finally got out she waddled on back to her house coming back with 3 warm towels and nice picnic. Towards 5 o’clock we all stumbled on back home to our lovely warm beds!
A Lovely Summers Day by Janey Hall
It was a lovely hot summers day, and I was walking down to my friends house, in my swimsuit and shorts. I rang on her doorbell and we walked for less than 5 minutes down to the rope swing near my school, above the shining water. When we got there, a dog was paddling around in the splashing water. My mum and my mums friend laid out a picnic blanket and put some delicious sandwiches out as well. We dipped our feet in the water, it was freezing! I had my first ever go on the rope swing. I got scared so I got mum to count down for me. 1.. 2.. 3..! I screamed as I swallowed a load of yucky, tangy river water! My friend and I laughed as I picked weeds off my arm, it was now my friends go!
She looked like she was having a great time! Shortly afterwards we sat down and ate sandwiches, and then a wasp appeared on her arm! She shrieked as she ran into the slivery, glossy water. Soon after, I’d finished my excellent chocolate chip cookie. A pearly white heron flew by elegantly as I watched it get a small fish and gulped it down. Me and my friend dived back into the water, as two cygnets swam past. I had my final go on the treacherous rope swing, and then my friend and I had a ice cream and walked back for some games at her house!
My River!! by Nicole Bennett
As I approach the beautiful riverside, I notice goosebumps appearing as I slowly walk forward into the wilderness. The cold, bitter wind pushing against my skin is like a thousand needles stabbing my skin.
Water rushing frantically, as a paddling duck waddles past the blossoming flowers and into the ice cold water. Feeling happy as Larry, I listen to the murmuring of people chatting fading away as I gaze up to see the trees and their branches rustling as they hit each other. I step to my left to make way for a dog scurrying along the riverside, yapping as it goes. I can not remember the last time I felt like this!
Clearing My Mind by Beatrice Gribbins
It was a hot summers day, but one of the saddest for me and my family as it was my Grandads funeral and my mind was full of emotions, so I went for a walk with my Brother, Mum, Dad and my Nan. Hearing and seeing the birds chirp in harmony reminded me of my Grandad because birds were his favourite animal and it really felt like he was there with us. Walking around the Stour river made me happier and want to talk a lot more. Seeing the families having their picnics and people paddle boarding, Kayaking but the funniest one of all was people people jumping and swinging into the Stour made my whole family smile with joy and I would say that the River Stour is such a beautiful, calm, happy place that everyone needs to visit.
The Allen by Chloe Emery
Water rushing,
Leaves brushing,
The rippling water below.
Swans adrift,
White as snow,
Ducks swimming,
To and fro.
Pebbles strewn,
Throughout the water,
Sitting like,
The river’s daughter.
A man and child,
Hand in hand,
Running past,
The river’s land.
And if you look closely,
You may see,
The secrets the river holds,
Beneath…
The River That Remembers by Kimberley Elborn
Two or three years ago there was an amazing race. I was flowing gracefully down the muddy ditch when loads of yellow plastic ducks splashed onto my emerald, green surface. I am the River Allen. Then they flowed with me, down and through Wimborne and the sun shone making me glisten magically. I examined each duck and found they all had a number on. I looked up and could see the happy, engaged people staring at the ducks, trying to spot their own. There was one young girl, who was the most enthusiastic she was looking through binoculars trying to find her numbered duck like everyone else. I kept flowing calmly with the people following the ducks gleefully. I got further through Wimborne where there was a cream, net catching all the ducks. The child that I had taken a liking to sadly did not win but was happy to have had the exciting chance to take part. She also got to watch the beautiful wildlife and listen to the leaves rustle. She adored the ripples I was making and my swirling patterns. She was happy to be near me and, as I carried on further twisting and turning through the crumbling banks I knew I would never, ever forget the duck race in Wimborne and that delighted young girl wouldn’t either. River memories last forever.
River Allen by Luka and Lucy
Water, water emerald green.
Where the fish don’t want to be seen.
Trees, trees tall and wide, makes the river a gorgeous site.
Flows through Wimborne to the sea.
Glowing brightly in the glee.
Leaves blowing in the breeze.
Sun glistening in the stream.
Kids asking for a frozen treat.
Adults eating roasted meat.
People laughing having fun.
In the lovely evening sun.
I Came Out Of School Bewildered by Ethan Dykes
I came out of school bewildered of what we had just learnt. I needed to relax and the first place that came to my mind was the River Allen. The sun was beating down on the surface of the water. I found a spot on the grass and sat down. I watched over the beautiful river feeling relaxed and relieved from all pressures that had been held against me all day. I watched as all the fish made their way down the river in groups fortunate for the fresh cold water. I strolled through the water and the fish eagerly swam over to greet me by swarming around my feet. A dog jumped in and splashed around having the time of its life. Everything here is full of joy. It was so relaxing spending time near the river. I decided it will be a location I come everyday to relax and enjoy life 🙂
I’m Walking Down A Stubble Path by Mya Dhilwayo
I’m walking down a stubble path with three of my friends. It’s early summer, the sun is high and the scent of freshly cut grass lingers in the air. I hear dragonflies resting on the river bank. It’s true the River Allen is magnificent. We walk further down to where we wanted to be, the rope swing. We lay down the picnic blanket on the grass and listen to the sound of passing fish. A few moments later we’re all in the water. I remember the first time the water hit my skin, it was pleasant and cooled me down and then two seconds later we were all out clambering to be the first on the rope swing. We were all laughing and splashing around while inhaling the scent of the water and what lay beneath. The crystal clear liquid gathered around us and we stuck our heads under the water searching for fish. We got out and wrapped ourselves in towels watching as birds flew through the beautiful blue sky. ‘I love it here.’ I remember saying but little did I know there were many more memories to come. M.D.
I Remember The Hours by Daisy August
I remember the hours I would spend with my friend in the river, her garden links onto the river so I went there all the time in the summer. Her dad built us a swing over the river for us to jump off, we would catch slow worms and name them, most of the time we would get her kayak and catch fish for hours. We would play in the water until we couldn’t feel our limbs after we would eat our dinner next to the river with the slow worms in the giant enclosure we built for them. When it was time for me to go we would release the worms back where we found them.
It Was a Hot Summers Day by Joe Ruscoe
It was a hot summers day. the cold water flowing. trees swaying. it was a little breezy and our hair was blowing. I walked along the stone path with my friend and we put our bags down on the bank. My friend and I got changed into our swimming shorts ready to have a fun day on the rope swing. One after the other we swung high into the air and then let go plunging into the crystal blue, refreshing river. Over and over again we did this, with shouting and laughing in the background, dog walkers smiling and there dogs wagging there tails eagerly. As the day came to the end the sticky wet mud under the water was grabbing our feet, trying to keep us there. After this we got changed and left but we couldn’t help but notice our school (Allenbourn) was right next to the river and all its wildlife. How lucky we are to work near this wonderful river.
What I See On A Summer’s Morning by Sophie Barnett
Each summer, I walk to school early in the morning listening to the birds cheep and the swaying of the trees. I look down to see the river peacefully flowing down and crashing against the river banks getting the green grass wet. I see ducks swimming and their ducklings following behind. I can hear the laughter of little children jumping in and the splashes of the dogs fetching their toys. There are beautiful flowers blooming either side and colourful dragonflies landing on tree branches. That is what I see on a summers morning.
It Was A Warm Summers Day by Eva Tribe
It was a warm summers day. I was with one of my friends and we were going to the rope swing that was on the River Allen. The rope swing was around the back of my school and seeing that building again got me thinking how much I did not want to go back there after the holidays. I did not want to think about that too much though as we were at the swing.
The beautiful river was glistening in the sun and the more I looked at it the more it seemed to be pleading me to go in. I could hear the wonderful sound of bees buzzing and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.
There was a few other kids at the swing as well as us but that was ok as the rope swing was too fun to worry about that. As I stood and watched a boy swing from the rope, let go and SPLASH into the water, I thought about how amazing the river really was.
We changed into our swimming costumes and queued for our turn on the swing. A few minutes passed before it was my turn. I took the rope with glee and swung. It was the best few seconds of my life! I felt as if I was flying! As I landed with a SPLASH I felt the cool water rush around me like a waterfall.
I zoomed back to the surface and swam back to the bank for another go. I kept thinking as I swung into the river again and again, how wonderful the river really was.
Dear Diary by Izzie Handyside
Dear Diary
Today was very fun as I went to the River Allen with some family friends. The sun beamed down allowing us to see our reflections in the water. The trees swaying in the summer wind had distracted me from what my brother was about to do. Before I could stop daydreaming, I was met with my brother’s arms picking me up and jumping in. The water hit my skin like a knife; I started to shiver. Really I was beginning to laugh because my brother was being told off. I wondered why he always did something like this but it occurred to me he was becoming predictable.
It was A Hot Summer’s Day by Evie Bowra
It was a hot summer’s day my friend and I ran down to the river after a stuffy day at school. By the river we had a den with: stones for skimming, sticks for throwing in the river and a huge log to sit on.
I said to my friend that she could choose what we did today; she immediately chose skimming stones. I wasn’t very good at skimming but my friend was amazing, she straight away got four skims. I tried to do as well as her but I just ended up splashing myself in the face, my friend laughed so I splashed her. It was no longer skimming stones it was now a water fight!
I Remember When I Was Young by Sandy Hopcraft
I remember when I was young,
I remember when it was fun,
I remember walking with you;
Hot chocolates in hands singing a tune.
Hearing the wind,
Hearing you sing.
Remembering is all I can do.
I remember painting the sun,
I remember the chocolate taste on our tongues,
I remember you taking your time;
Me rushing off and seeing the sun shine.
The sharp wind hitting my skin,
The finished hot chocolate going in the bin.
Remembering is all I can do.
I remember the mucky water,
I remember the swans daughter.
I remember the lifeless trees;
Swaying in the winter breeze.
Seeing the stones drop in the water,
Seeing the ducks follow one another.
Remembering is all I can do
One Spring day by Adam Wordsall
One Spring day, early on a chilly Sunday, I woke up to walk to the river. We – my brother and dad – were meeting up with some friends to go fishing. We arrived at a wide stone bridge, I had been there many times before on walks. You notice the change between car fumes to the fresh river air, it instantly fills you with happiness.
We saw our friends and walked down to a nice spot to sit. Our wellies were on as we didn’t intend on getting wet. We were fishing for a while and watching the wildlife whilst we were playing. However later, when we were getting down from a tree we were climbing, my brother slipped down, headfirst into the freezing water below. He screamed and we all laughed after. This is why I love living beside an incredible river, it makes happy memories that last forever.
Every Spring by Holly Hall
Every spring, at the start of a new term in school I look forward to seeing the ducks and fish swimming around in the clear river water.
The sounds of splashing and birds singing surround my ears with a calming aura. The water remains cold but refreshing as the sun shines on it, making it glow under the clear blue sky. Breaking up bits of bread for the ducks and watching the river flow sedately is the best part of it.
Blossom petals from the trees float onto its waters with small ripples washing them away, while I carry on past it on my way to school.
The Cold Wind Blowing by Will Speer
The cold wind blowing on my skin countered by the warmth of the sun. The sound of wildlife and the gentle flow of water, the smell of the wet moss and the scent of mouth watering food, the sight of the fish in emerald water. A burst of excitement that sends shivers down your spine as you go down memory lane. All your senses in one place.
The Wind Whistled Through The River Allen by Willow
The wind whistled through the River Allen, the breeze disturbing the warm atmosphere sending it into a cooler one. The rivers’ untouchable, delicate front running into a strong one up ahead. The rustle of the surrounding trees only added to the calmness of the River. The leaves on those trees were a comforting green and looked waxy while the bright sun bounced off them, which attracted a group of tiny birds. In the river, it was swarming with fish and leaves which only added to the constraint of colours. The River Allen was calm and beautiful.
The River by Wren Collis
The summer river is full of life: flowers, trees, swans and butterflies all buzzing with excitement creating a peaceful environment. The comforting chirps of crickets that hide in the reeds mixes with the sound of quacking ducks bobbing up and down on the clear blue water below.
People of all ages walk down this beautiful river, just happy to be experiencing all these wonderful sites. Beams of sun hit the water which causes it to look as though someone sprinkled glitter everywhere, as well as making three swans look even more pearly white than they did before.
After finding a deep patch of the river, my friend and I laid down our towels, took our shoes off and on the count of three jumped in. We were laughing hysterically as the cool water covered us and the sweet some air wisps up our noses. This stunning river is simple and small but it paints a smile on everyone!
A Day In Paradise by Lilyana Millis
One sunny summer’s day, we head out onto the river, not knowing what was to come. Around every corner was a new sight, a special memory. I remember the willow trees swaying in the wind and the storks scouting out their hunting grounds for a snack. Every now and then the water would spurt up, with the occasional flash of a flapping trout. The oar tearing through the blanket of blue, reflecting the sky and the soft, cushioned clouds. And finally, the reeds that shivered when the boat glided over them. That’s what paradise is to me.
Summer Day by Poppy La Haye
Each summer I look forward to listening to the children play while I work at school, until it gets to the summer holidays. Where I can knock at my friends house to go to the river only minutes later feeling the cold, refreshing water at my legs. I can smell the flowers as the birds fly by. How me and my friends are laughing with our cans of lemonade and Dr pepper, munching away at the mini picnic we bought from the shop nearby as the water hits my feet. Playing poo sticks and arguing about who won, chasing and playing with water guns. Staying until sunset and walking home in towels only to do redo the day tomorrow.
As I Sit In School by Eva Howes
As I sit in school beginning to write about the wonders of the river Allen that’s outside I listen to the birds singing happy songs as they fly alongside the river. Everyone enjoys walking by, it’s cold and flows gently next to the path. When I’m in the school field I appreciate the views I am able to see. I listen to the water as it flows along and the trees that surround me as they sway in the wind.
Summer by the River by Emily Foster
Each summer, I wait patiently to hear excited laughter erupting from the children as they quickly sprint out of school. To smell the sweet, subtle scent of the long green grass around the river on which overjoyed people sit and talk until the glowing sun sets, leaving just the peaceful sound of the ice-cold water flowing endlessly beside the school. When looking over the bridge, you can silently watch the frantically swimming trout surrounded by the tangled water weed. Walking along the river after school, you can watch as the angelic ducks and swans effortlessly glide through the rippling water of the River Allen, while the summer sun shines down, making the water glisten under the blazing sun.
I Wish Life Was That Easy by Aaron Sibbick
The sounds of the children and dogs playing in the warm water fills my ears as I sit on the riverbank running my hand through the freshly cut grass. The hot summer sun beats down on my skin as I watch my dog bound through the water without a care in the world .
I wish life was that easy I think to myself, as I sit in my classroom listening to the birds and the water.
Picnic on the River Bank by Imogen Blake
This was on a beautiful sunny day with no rain in sight. My friend and I were having a picnic with our families on the riverbank. We were staring at the scenery when within a second of seeing the river my friends’ dog (Ember) started dashing towards the river. As she landed into the river this huge wave of water came hurling at us; and the picnic.
After the huge wave came crashing at us, we were drenched from head-to-toe in river water. The bad side of this though was that along with us our food was drenched too and as we realised this my friend and I burst out laughing; but when we realised that our food was soggy our smiles were easily turned upside down.
After the whole commotion about getting food died down my brother, friend and I all jumped into the river along with Ember. But the best part of this was going into town and getting ice-cream and pizza! But I would like to make an honourable mention to the tyre swing which we spent ages on.
Although those were my best parts my parent’s best parts were looking at the scenery while the sun was setting. Thankfully, we went there at spring, so the scenery was even better. There were vibrant flowers dotted across every bush, tree and strand of grass. But the towering weeping willow brought it all together with its long flowering vines.
As The Wind Blew by Saffron Paba
As the wind blew, the rustling leaves scattered, leaving a weary old path to the river laying ahead.
Shining brightly, the sun exposed an array of colours in the translucent river, glistening like diamonds.
Peacefully, tiny fishes with metallic rainbow scales swam together all in hurdles of groups.
As the birds tweeted melodiously, composing a beautiful tune while calming the environment.
Shivering slightly, as it turned dark my hard breathing formed cold mists of air.
Meanwhile, the powerful stone-cold breeze brushed past the river causing small ripples of waves to flow gracefully.
Fondly, I gazed at the crystal-clear water that reflected the sky with its millions of sparkly stars and the pearly white moon all beaming like the river was a canvas painted black with specks of white.
Don’t Mess Around Near Water by Harry
It was a warm summer afternoon me and my friends were walking home from school next to the river Allen. we walked over the bridge and moved on towards my friends house.
Next, we walked down towards the riverbank to look at the fish swimming in many patterns. at this point I* was messing around with my daring friends and pretending to fall in and tricking them in many ways.
A few minutes later I was still messing around with my foolish friends when suddenly I fell. luckily I managed to keep most of my body dry but my feet and my new shoes were drenched. We slowly moved on towards my mates house with my wet shoes, I kept them a secret from my friends parents and my own to stay out of trouble.
My tip for you is DONT MESS AROUND NEAR WATER.
Don’t Go, Dad by Katie Metcalfe
“Don’t go, Dad,” I say, clinging to him.
“I have to. The Army needs me,” he says, his eyes glinting green in the afternoon sunshine. I wished wished wished Dad didn’t have to join up to the Army. He’d changed since he joined up. Mum said he was finally acting like the man he was born to be, but to me he was almost a stranger. His hair was trimmed into a buzz cut and he’d grown a moustache. It could have been any old dad in front of me, not mine at all. But he WAS my dad.
“Oh Dad, I’m going to miss you so much!” I cried.
“It’s ok, I’ll only be away for four months,” He says.
FOUR MONTHS?!
“Blimey, I didn’t say Four Years!” Dad says, reading my expression.
We had walked to the white bridge over the river Allen, and there were tons of people bustling past us. Neither of us cared. Everyone walked straight past us so it was like we were in our own personal bubble. I could hear laughter and that trickly water noise, and the sun shone through the trees. Everything looked so amazing and everyone looked so happy but my heart was breaking, breaking.
One warm Saturday afternoon by Max Chater
One warm Saturday afternoon, as I was kayaking down the river just near my house, me and my friend spotted a path leading off from the main body of water. It looked so inviting, the dappled sunlight beaming through the leaved. As we entered the narrow river, it felt like I was in the Amazon with the branches hanging over us like lots of archways, tempting us to go further. I could hear the dragonflies swarming around us and the sound of our paddles breaking the surface of the water. Even though you could faintly hear the noise of cars rushing over the bridge above us, it still was so tranquil and calming. I could smell the fresh, moist air and it instantly made me feel relaxed. As we turned the corner we spotted a family and a dog running about and paddling in the shallow water. Their laughter alone made me feel happy.
Allen River by Sienna
The water sways to the song of the wind,
Shimmering and glistening off of the finned,
Sparkling and reflective through the waves,
Just like a continuous and narrow maze,
Suddenly gushing into a spiralling haze,
Mysterious and deep as it slows,
Dark and murky,
Shadows lurking,
Only to repeat once again.
Early On A Warm Spring Morning by Krystal McConnell
Early on a warm spring morning, I look ahead to see my sister running in front of me. She was ecstatic to come here and play in the calm water, feed the ducks and meet one of her friends. I started to pay attention to my surroundings, like the trees moving in the wind, the birds chirping and the sounds of the river splashing as the kingfisher began to look for his breakfast.
We found a bench to sit on and began to to watch the river, pointing out to each other any fish or birds. As the morning slowly became noon, we saw her, the friend my sister was so excited to see. The first thing we did was play pooh-sticks to pass the time until lunch. When lunch came, we went back to the bench and ate the picnic I had made earlier that day. The look on their faces is something I could never forget, the look of pure bliss, as if they had been given the perfect gift on their birthday or Christmas. Either way, I’m glad that they had so much fun on that warm spring day.
One Cold December Morning by Scarlet Sutcliffe
One cold December morning, me and my friend were running late for school, but (of course) the river Allen chose that day to flood.
I remember the crystal clear water gently lapping the edge of our school field. The only way to cross would be to climb along the fence. With a sigh, I gripped the icy posts and began to haul myself along over the submerged path, my friend just ahead.
Suddenly, she cried out. Her shoe had fallen into the river below! I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing – and so did she!
Fortunately, a passing dog walker – in wellies – returned the shoe and we made it to the other side.
We heard our school bell ringing and ran all the way to class, my friends foot squelching every step of the way!
A Sunny Spring Day by Freya Latham
A sunny spring day sat by the River Allen watching the gentle currents push the water downstream. It coaxes you towards it and you decide to rip off your shoes and roll up your leggings and jump in. The cold water flowing past your feet relaxes you but the rough rocks bring you back to reality and you carry on walking. People watch you in awe as you head under the bridge and towards the other side, it almost feels like another world. The water entwines around your feet willing you to stay. But you climb up onto the grassy bank and leave the water behind.
Our River by Bailey Bryant-Youngson
During the winter season, I slowly walked past the River Allen. At that time, due to the poor weather, it had been flooded. However, the peace and tranquility was overpowering. Dogs paddled in the cool waters. Birds soared overhead singing beautiful songs. Trout swam through the still waters. I looked to my left and saw my school sitting adjacent to this breathtaking river. How lucky we are to live in such a beautiful place.
The River In Summer by Willow Watkins
In the summer, as we all ran on the school field I stopped and listened to the sound of dogs splashing in the water with the the owners laughing. Ducks gliding in the cold water calling out to its friends. I thought how lucky we were to study next to the river and how happy it makes our community. The juxtaposition of children shrieking and yelling and the river flowing sedately past. The home it brings and the fun. I saw the rope swing swing in the wind but I knew that after the long school day there would be children swinging and jumping off it into the cold river having fun. I set off running again and saw more people enjoying the scenery around. Some on bikes and some in prams but it doesn’t matter who you are, everyone has a smile on their face when they see the river Allen. The summer sun glorifying the rippling water.
Situated in the centre of Wimborne by Gulliver Mount
Situated in the centre of Wimborne,
Weaving through freshly cut lawns,
It goes up and down and all about,
And it is always packed with trout.
In the spring, there’s ducks paddling
In the summer, there’s folk dance and drummers
In the autumn, there’s bronzed leaves and Halloween!
And in winter the snow makes quite a scene.
There are swans and geese and fish and reeds
And that’s why I love the Allen
The River by Carys Samuels
Humidity hangs in the air
As I drag my feet out of the school door once more
Leaving behind the stress that piles upon my shoulders
I take a breath
Pushing my previous thoughts to the back of my mind
And securing a plait in my loosely curled hair
Grateful for the refreshing breeze on my neck
My hands grip gently to the trunk of a willow tree
Which leans over into the water
Breaking its surface and sending cascades of green downwards
I balance among the branches
Observing as shimmers of sunlight reflect the scales of each fish that glides by
Weaving in and out of the reeds
A smile of the purest joy spreads across my face
This river truly is the pinnacle of serenity
And it is the only thing I have on my mind
I sling my school bag onto my back
Abandoning my worries
Then sighing as the river’s current sweeps them away, never to be thought of again.
It was a hot Summers day by Abi Cartwright-Terry
It was a hot Summers day so me my brothers and our parents went for a walk. We walked by the river and one of my brothers asked if we could feed the ducks. We walked the short way to the shops and just bought one loaf of bread so we could feed them their favourite. As we were walking back we spotted quite a lot of birds flying in the same direction in the usual ‘V’ shape. When we made it back to the river the ducks took one look at the bread and fluttered of excitement. We broke off a piece of bread one by one so they wouldn’t choke. We were throwing them in one at a time, whilst we were feeding them we could feel the cool breeze going through us and as the wind was blowing and the river was flowing the fun was coming to an end. We were running out of bread by the second. It was getting colder and darker so we had to head off. We were told to say by to the wilderness and the duck as well as the flowing river and all the excitement.
It was a hot summer day by the Allen river by Luca Mitevski
It was a hot summer day by the Allen river. The hot path felt like fire on my bare feet but I carried on, I didn’t feel the pain. I was so exited I could barely contain myself; I was going to the river!!!It would be the first time this year! I put on my crocs and my family’s dog nearly pulled me down the hill. She strained against her lead and we jogged down the hill we both knew so well. I let her off and she dashed across the blue bridge.
I paused on the bridge to wait for my family to catch up and I looked down at the water flowing sedately past but I knew from many leaf even small raft racing that there was a hidden current flowing hidden under the calm face of the water.
We moved on, past the blue bridge to the deeper end of the river which flowed a little faster. The bright orange ball whizzed over my head and landed like a cannonball on the water. A black shape followed it and pounced on the ball. As our wonderful dog swam back, I reminded my stubborn fear-riddled brain what I was here to do. The swing.
Someone had hung a branch to a towering tree but it was too high to sit on so you held onto it until your over the river then you let go and land in the mildly deep area of the river. I had watched many others do it before me but its different when I was going to. I walked slowly to the branch which was the cause for great terror and excitement. I was starting to have second thoughts but I summoned up my courage, gripped it tightly and pushed off.
The wind blew into my ear but I felt a sense of accomplishment until I hit the water. It was really cold at first not freezing but very cold but it soon warmed up. I went again and again until the water itself had tired out by then it was lunch so we headed back to grab some food then rested but I remember that day till now the day where I overcame my fear and had a great time by the Allen river.
The River by Jack Paddon
The River Allen can be seen in different ways,
Personally I feel when I’m not near it I have better days,
It’s boggy murky and washes my balls away,
Then there is none left for the match on Sunday,
Surrounding it are horrible bushes,
And the sound of loud annoying children,
There are vicious animals known as swans,
That make their horrible noises overpowering the bird songs,
It also floods are field ruins our pitch,
And even soaks up the sand in the long jump ditch,
That’s all I have to say,
I recommend going to eye bridge and having a much better day
Me and my Brother by Jeff Nugget
Me and my brother was walking along the river Allen with an ice cream in our hand as it was a hot day. My mum and Harry, my dog, was slowly strutting behind us taking in the view. Shoving the ice cream down our throat we raced to the bridge quickly carrying as many sticks as possible.
Some time passed, George and me looked down at the clear, shiny river for a moment then we continued to throw sticks in carelessly. Watching them flow rapidly in circles down the water, both of us heard a big splash.
Harry was drifting down the river hopelessly; which was apparently the funniest thing ever to George. Running down side by side to tell mum about the Harry incident but she was already trying to get my attention. She told one of us to jump in and of course being the hero I am I volunteered. At this point, George was bursting into tears because he wanted to save harry, but he wants to do everything.
Swimming down, more like walking, to him slowly I eventually grabbed him and walked out feeling proud, but mostly soggy.
Summertime 2020, afternoon with my sister by Naomi Barr
Summertime 2020, afternoon with my sister. You could hear it, the laughs of other kids as they jumped in the river. We were almost there almost to the river. Walking nearer we could see everybody in swimsuits and t-shirts with shorts. We slipped on our waterproof shoes and climbed in trying to get our bodies to adjust to the temperature of the rippling water. Trying to relax whilst watching the other kids swing from the rope attached to the tree. Once we were comfortable we climbed out and joined the queue of excited kids. when it was my turn I grabbed the rope stood on the rocks and jumped, not far I might add. It took several tries but eventually I did it. I climbed out for the seventh time determined this time I would make it all the way. I swung let go and my whole body surrounded by glowing water. I felt alive, risky and adventurous. I felt sand on my skin and the presence of fish around my feet. I arose out of the water feeling great
The River Floods My Memories by Sophia
The river floods my memories with wonder and water! If only I could relive the moment…
The bench, all woody and dirty, relaxed me after swimming in the rippling river. The mud sucks in my toes as if wanting me to stay just a little longer. The sun dries me when so very wet and harms me when I am so very cold.
The smooth water lumps as drops clamber over each other in a race to the ocean. The sun, hidden by the trees makes a beautiful shadow over me.
The soothing sound of the water against the rocks gives me a feeling like someone saying, “I am here for you. You have nothing to worry about.” The birds tweeting sing songs to me as if I was their Queen. The children laughing and screaming show me it’s just a small world of happiness.
The taste in my mouth from orange soda refreshes me when thirsty.
Rivers are all very similar but the River Allen will always be my childhood favorite with many, many memories flowing along with it.
One Time After School by Luka Bennett
One time after school, with the sun disappearing behind the horizon, I sat in a tree, looking out over the crystal clear water of the River Allen. The water was flowing downstream and it has a soft rippling sound. A few metres away, a dog splashes around, trying to retrieve a stick caught in the soft branches of a tree. The air smells sweet and fresh as the luscious, freshly cut grass of the Allenbourn playing fields give off a refreshing aroma. Laughter fills the air as two young children start chasing each other around the river, pointing out the trout as their little legs carry the further away. I hop out of the tree, the rough bark grazing my hands and carry on my beautiful, uninterrupted river walk.
Allen River by Sienna
The water sways to the song of the wind,
Shimmering and glistening off of the finned,
Sparkling and reflective through the waves,
Just like a continuous and narrow maze,
Suddenly gushing into a spiralling haze,
Mysterious and deep as it slows,
Dark and murky,
Shadows lurking,
Only to repeat once again.
Early On A Warm Spring Morning by Krystal McConnell
Early on a warm spring morning, I look ahead to see my sister running in front of me. She was ecstatic to come here and play in the calm water, feed the ducks and meet one of her friends. I started to pay attention to my surroundings, like the trees moving in the wind, the birds chirping and the sounds of the river splashing as the kingfisher began to look for his breakfast.
We found a bench to sit on and began to to watch the river, pointing out to each other any fish or birds. As the morning slowly became noon, we saw her, the friend my sister was so excited to see. The first thing we did was play pooh-sticks to pass the time until lunch. When lunch came, we went back to the bench and ate the picnic I had made earlier that day. The look on their faces is something I could never forget, the look of pure bliss, as if they had been given the perfect gift on their birthday or Christmas. Either way, I’m glad that they had so much fun on that warm spring day.
One Cold December Morning by Scarlet Sutcliffe
One cold December morning, me and my friend were running late for school, but (of course) the river Allen chose that day to flood.
I remember the crystal clear water gently lapping the edge of our school field. The only way to cross would be to climb along the fence. With a sigh, I gripped the icy posts and began to haul myself along over the submerged path, my friend just ahead.
Suddenly, she cried out. Her shoe had fallen into the river below! I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing – and so did she!
Fortunately, a passing dog walker – in wellies – returned the shoe and we made it to the other side.
We heard our school bell ringing and ran all the way to class, my friends foot squelching every step of the way!
A Sunny Spring Day by Freya Latham
A sunny spring day sat by the River Allen watching the gentle currents push the water downstream. It coaxes you towards it and you decide to rip off your shoes and roll up your leggings and jump in. The cold water flowing past your feet relaxes you but the rough rocks bring you back to reality and you carry on walking. People watch you in awe as you head under the bridge and towards the other side, it almost feels like another world. The water entwines around your feet willing you to stay. But you climb up onto the grassy bank and leave the water behind.
Our River by Bailey Bryant-Youngson
During the winter season, I slowly walked past the River Allen. At that time, due to the poor weather, it had been flooded. However, the peace and tranquility was overpowering. Dogs paddled in the cool waters. Birds soared overhead singing beautiful songs. Trout swam through the still waters. I looked to my left and saw my school sitting adjacent to this breathtaking river. How lucky we are to live in such a beautiful place.
The River In Summer by Willow Watkins
In the summer, as we all ran on the school field I stopped and listened to the sound of dogs splashing in the water with the the owners laughing. Ducks gliding in the cold water calling out to its friends. I thought how lucky we were to study next to the river and how happy it makes our community. The juxtaposition of children shrieking and yelling and the river flowing sedately past. The home it brings and the fun. I saw the rope swing swing in the wind but I knew that after the long school day there would be children swinging and jumping off it into the cold river having fun. I set off running again and saw more people enjoying the scenery around. Some on bikes and some in prams but it doesn’t matter who you are, everyone has a smile on their face when they see the river Allen. The summer sun glorifying the rippling water.
Situated in the centre of Wimborne by Gulliver Mount
Situated in the centre of Wimborne,
Weaving through freshly cut lawns,
It goes up and down and all about,
And it is always packed with trout.
In the spring, there’s ducks paddling
In the summer, there’s folk dance and drummers
In the autumn, there’s bronzed leaves and Halloween!
And in winter the snow makes quite a scene.
There are swans and geese and fish and reeds
And that’s why I love the Allen
The River by Carys Samuels
Humidity hangs in the air
As I drag my feet out of the school door once more
Leaving behind the stress that piles upon my shoulders
I take a breath
Pushing my previous thoughts to the back of my mind
And securing a plait in my loosely curled hair
Grateful for the refreshing breeze on my neck
My hands grip gently to the trunk of a willow tree
Which leans over into the water
Breaking its surface and sending cascades of green downwards
I balance among the branches
Observing as shimmers of sunlight reflect the scales of each fish that glides by
Weaving in and out of the reeds
A smile of the purest joy spreads across my face
This river truly is the pinnacle of serenity
And it is the only thing I have on my mind
I sling my school bag onto my back
Abandoning my worries
Then sighing as the river’s current sweeps them away, never to be thought of again.
It was a hot summers day by Abi Cartwright-Terry
It was a hot Summers day so me my brothers and our parents went for a walk. We walked by the river and one of my brothers asked if we could feed the ducks. We walked the short way to the shops and just bought one loaf of bread so we could feed them their favourite. As we were walking back we spotted quite a lot of birds flying in the same direction in the usual ‘V’ shape. When we made it back to the river the ducks took one look at the bread and fluttered of excitement. We broke off a piece of bread one by one so they wouldn’t choke. We were throwing them in one at a time, whilst we were feeding them we could feel the cool breeze going through us and as the wind was blowing and the river was flowing the fun was coming to an end. We were running out of bread by the second. It was getting colder and darker so we had to head off. We were told to say by to the wilderness and the duck as well as the flowing river and all the excitement.
It was a hot summer day by the Allen river by Luca Mitevski
It was a hot summer day by the Allen river. The hot path felt like fire on my bare feet but I carried on, I didn’t feel the pain. I was so exited I could barely contain myself; I was going to the river!!!It would be the first time this year! I put on my crocs and my family’s dog nearly pulled me down the hill. She strained against her lead and we jogged down the hill we both knew so well. I let her off and she dashed across the blue bridge.
I paused on the bridge to wait for my family to catch up and I looked down at the water flowing sedately past but I knew from many leaf even small raft racing that there was a hidden current flowing hidden under the calm face of the water.
We moved on, past the blue bridge to the deeper end of the river which flowed a little faster. The bright orange ball whizzed over my head and landed like a cannonball on the water. A black shape followed it and pounced on the ball. As our wonderful dog swam back, I reminded my stubborn fear-riddled brain what I was here to do. The swing.
Someone had hung a branch to a towering tree but it was too high to sit on so you held onto it until your over the river then you let go and land in the mildly deep area of the river. I had watched many others do it before me but its different when I was going to. I walked slowly to the branch which was the cause for great terror and excitement. I was starting to have second thoughts but I summoned up my courage, gripped it tightly and pushed off.
The wind blew into my ear but I felt a sense of accomplishment until I hit the water. It was really cold at first not freezing but very cold but it soon warmed up. I went again and again until the water itself had tired out by then it was lunch so we headed back to grab some food then rested but I remember that day till now the day where I overcame my fear and had a great time by the Allen river.
The River by Jack Paddon
The River Allen can be seen in different ways,
Personally I feel when I’m not near it I have better days,
It’s boggy murky and washes my balls away,
Then there is none left for the match on Sunday,
Surrounding it are horrible bushes,
And the sound of loud annoying children,
There are vicious animals known as swans,
That make their horrible noises overpowering the bird songs,
It also floods are field ruins our pitch,
And even soaks up the sand in the long jump ditch,
That’s all I have to say,
I recommend going to eye bridge and having a much better day
Me and my Brother by Jeff Nugget
Me and my brother was walking along the river Allen with an ice cream in our hand as it was a hot day. My mum and Harry, my dog, was slowly strutting behind us taking in the view. Shoving the ice cream down our throat we raced to the bridge quickly carrying as many sticks as possible.
Some time passed, George and me looked down at the clear, shiny river for a moment then we continued to throw sticks in carelessly. Watching them flow rapidly in circles down the water, both of us heard a big splash.
Harry was drifting down the river hopelessly; which was apparently the funniest thing ever to George. Running down side by side to tell mum about the Harry incident but she was already trying to get my attention. She told one of us to jump in and of course being the hero I am I volunteered. At this point, George was bursting into tears because he wanted to save harry, but he wants to do everything.
Swimming down, more like walking, to him slowly I eventually grabbed him and walked out feeling proud, but mostly soggy.
Summertime 2020, afternoon with my sister by Naomi Barr
Summertime 2020, afternoon with my sister. You could hear it, the laughs of other kids as they jumped in the river. We were almost there almost to the river. Walking nearer we could see everybody in swimsuits and t-shirts with shorts. We slipped on our waterproof shoes and climbed in trying to get our bodies to adjust to the temperature of the rippling water. Trying to relax whilst watching the other kids swing from the rope attached to the tree. Once we were comfortable we climbed out and joined the queue of excited kids. when it was my turn I grabbed the rope stood on the rocks and jumped, not far I might add. It took several tries but eventually I did it. I climbed out for the seventh time determined this time I would make it all the way. I swung let go and my whole body surrounded by glowing water. I felt alive, risky and adventurous. I felt sand on my skin and the presence of fish around my feet. I arose out of the water feeling great
The River Floods My Memories by Sophia
The river floods my memories with wonder and water! If only I could relive the moment…
The bench, all woody and dirty, relaxed me after swimming in the rippling river. The mud sucks in my toes as if wanting me to stay just a little longer. The sun dries me when so very wet and harms me when I am so very cold.
The smooth water lumps as drops clamber over each other in a race to the ocean. The sun, hidden by the trees makes a beautiful shadow over me.
The soothing sound of the water against the rocks gives me a feeling like someone saying, “I am here for you. You have nothing to worry about.” The birds tweeting sing songs to me as if I was their Queen. The children laughing and screaming show me it’s just a small world of happiness.
The taste in my mouth from orange soda refreshes me when thirsty.
Rivers are all very similar but the River Allen will always be my childhood favorite with many, many memories flowing along with it.
One Time After School by Luka Bennett
One time after school, with the sun disappearing behind the horizon, I sat in a tree, looking out over the crystal clear water of the River Allen. The water was flowing downstream and it has a soft rippling sound. A few metres away, a dog splashes around, trying to retrieve a stick caught in the soft branches of a tree. The air smells sweet and fresh as the luscious, freshly cut grass of the Allenbourn playing fields give off a refreshing aroma. Laughter fills the air as two young children start chasing each other around the river, pointing out the trout as their little legs carry the further away. I hop out of the tree, the rough bark grazing my hands and carry on my beautiful, uninterrupted river walk.