Trydedd Rownd Sgiliau’n Sgleinio
Ym mis Tachwedd 2010 gwelwyd parhad llwyddiant y Prosiect All Skilled Up yn Stadiwm Dinas Caerdydd. Partneriaeth yw’r prosiect rhwng yr Academi, Tîm Pêl-droed yn y Gymuned Dinas Caerdydd, Adrannau Addysg AALl, Llyfrgelloedd AALl a BSA Cymru.
Ddechrau mis Tachwedd cafodd disgyblion o ysgolion ym Mlaenau Gwent, Tor-faen a Phen-y-bont ar Ogwr fwynhau’r prosiect, sy’n mynd i barhau â chyllid gan y Gynghrair Bêl-droed hyd wanwyn 2012. Cafodd dau grŵp o Gaerffili hefyd fwynhau’r prosiect â chyllid gan Gyngor Bwrdeistref Caerffili.
Daeth dros ddau gant tri deg pump o blant a phobl ifanc o ysgolion yn y pedwar awdurdod i stadiwm newydd Dinas Caerdydd i fwynhau diwrnod ysbrydoledig o weithgareddau pêl-droed a chyfleoedd i ysgrifennu’n greadigol. Bu’r disgyblion yn gweithio naill ai ag enillydd Gwobr John Tripp, Peter Read, neu â’r bardd a’r awdur adnabyddus, Mike Jenkins i greu cerdd bêl-droed newydd. Cawsant hefyd fwynhau helfa drysor fel rhan o daith dywys o amgylch safle’r stadiwm.
Ystruth Primary School with Mike Jenkins
Quiet and Loud
Seats as blue as the sky,
Field like a green dragon,
Bars cols as ice,
Windy as a wasteland,
Quiet as a caterpillar.
Mowers are a gentle murmur,
Speakers like silver bells,
Empty as a cookie jar,
Shiny as a disk,
Green as a palm tree,
Letters on seats big as giants,
Stadium high as the sky.
When we’re playing Swansea
It’s like a roaring panther,
Lights like eyes
Fans are screaming
Loud as a monster truck
Or cats or babies yelling.
Busy as a zoo,
Swearing like a mad man
Full as a restaurant.
Announcer speaking like a giant,
Noisy as a stormy wind
Fans shouting their heads off
The stadium is like a crowded shop.
Coed Y Garn Primary with Mike Jenkins
Present and Future
The stadium’s big as a giant,
You can smell the fresh air
And see the seagull
Who’s eaten as much chips as me.
Grass green as a cucumber,
Empty as a used pop bottle,
Seats blue as the sea,
Goals big as elephants,
Other seats white as clouds
Pitch like a zebra crossing
And wide as a rectangle;
Cold as an ice cube
Echoey as a cave.
Crowd as wild as lions
It’s loud as a rainforest,
Noisy as a trumpet
The players like little bugs,
Screaming and shouting
Like wolves on a hunt;
Exploding like a volcano
The referee blows his whistle
As squeaky as a baboon.
Pitch as long as the Titanic,
Fans colourful as a rainbow,
Flags bright as the sun,
People yelling like the seaside
The stadium on match days buzzing.
Plasnewydd Primary with Peter Read
Wow
Fans cheering like banshees,
Howling like owls,
Screaming like the wind.
A volcano erupting when heroes score,
Singing and dancing better than Rhianna.
The stadium a huge swimming pool,
Footballers, powerful movers
Dive without water.
Like stars and diamonds the lights dazzle,
Light up the chairs, rows of shining skies.
Referees whistle causes full time.
Through the streets Bluebird voices sing
Glory, glory Cardiff City.
Tynyrheol Primary with Peter Read
Cardiff Strike Back
Through the tunnel
An amazing fantasy,
It takes your breath away.
Aqua blue seats screaming with fans
Cold isolated yellow chairs
Sitting down, a burst of fresh air.
In front of the wind-blown net
The goalie stands, a soldier guarding his base.
Gi-normous bill boards, silently talking
Asking us to buy. The green cold carpet
Waits for the dancing battle
Of players moving, dribbling, passing,
Striking, shooting, scoring goals.
Skidding along the turf, they slide in celebration.
Goal. Seats rattle, fans leave, Cardiff wins.
Fast Forward Group with Mike Jenkins
Empty to Full or Calm to Crazy
Man cutting the grass,
CCTV cameras and lights,
Nets to catch the ball,
Big screen above the seats.
Cardiff written down,
Rain on my face.
Advertising boards like toblereone,
Stadium an empty bowl,
Echoes when you’re talking,
Lonely as a dead man.
Crowd roaring like lions,
Football players on the pitch,
Cameras rolling in the TV studio,
Atmosphere is tingling
Sponsors are everywhere
Seagulls circling like vultures
Smells of burgers and beer
Crowd goes wild when
The ball hits the net.
Pentwynmawr Primary with Mike Jenkins
Different Motions
The field empty as a graveyard
Grass green as a tree frog
Quiet as a hibernating hedgehog
Echoes like I’m the only one here.
Lots of sad chairs
Spaces all around like a drunk waterbottle
Seats shiny as a crystal
Steps yellow as the sun
Field as sof as snow
Pitch as clear as the sky
Posts as big as elephants
It’s quiet as death.
Loud as a herd of elephants
Unfriendly to other fans
As two monkeys to one banana.
The pitch is like a volcano
Seats warm with people
Stadium is a massive bowl
With multicoloured krispies
Crowd loud as a building site
Or as a racing car
Shouting so loud I can’t hear my friend
Lots of noise when we win.
Our Lady of the Angels Primary with Peter Read
Kicking and Ticking to Victory
Clock ticking every second
Moving towards half time.
Fans scream like howling wolves
Telling players to get moving,
As time runs faster than egg timers
Players fight for the cup.
Sat in the crowd I am a tiny ant
In the gargantuan stadium.
Seconds move to minutes,
Minutes turn into the hour
We must do it now or never.
A roaring wind, the crowd push City on,
Applause, the sound of clapping thunder
The Bluebirds score, as the clock
Moves towards the final whistle.
Pontnewydd Primary with Peter Read
The Dream Game
Out of the white, bright lights
Of the tunnel, into the ice cold air,
The clapping crowd roar my name
As I step onto the grass, green as a tiger’s eye.
The pitch laid out like an emerald carpet
Under the cover of the night sky.
In the warm-up, I stretch my legs,
Flexible as a piece of string,
Bend down and touch the turf
Soft and spongy as green marshmallows.
Wild as a lion, the Manager screams instructions,
Shouts my name, tells me to spread the ball,
Play the game and score a goal..
