Prosiectau

Trydedd Rownd Sgiliau’n Sgleinio

Peter Read CCFC

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.

Mike Jenkins CCFC

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..