Academi Chwaraeon

Ddiwedd Mehefin a dechrau Gorffennaf 2008, cymerodd 167 o blant o Ysgol Gynradd Caedraw ac Ysgol Uwchradd Cyfarthfa ym Merthyr ran mewn amrywiaeth o brosiectau chwaraeon a llenyddiaeth cyffrous fel rhan o Brosiect Datblygu Llenyddiaeth yn y Cymoedd.

Y syniad cychwynnol oedd creu prosiect pontio rhwng Ysgol Gynradd Caedraw ac Ysgol Uwchradd Cyfarthfa gyda nifer ddethol o ddisgyblion. Gwireddwyd hynny ddydd Llun 30 Mehefin yn Ysgol Gynradd Caedraw yng nghwmni’r bardd a’r perfformiwr sgiliau syrcas, Mike Church. Cafodd y 21 o blant 10-11 oed a ddaeth i’r sesiwn lyfr Reading is Fundamental gyda thema chwaraeon iddo am ddim. Cafwyd digwyddiad dilynol yn Ysgol Uwchradd Cyfarthfa ym mis Medi gyda’r chwaraewr rygbi a’r awdur Quick Reads, Scott Quinnell, yn cyfuno blynyddoedd 7 a 8. Cafodd pob plentyn targed gopi am ddim o lyfr Quick Read Scott, Aim High, sy’n sôn am ei frwydr bersonol â dyslecsia.

Ar 7 Gorffennaf 2008, treuliodd Ysgol Uwchradd Cyfarthfa ddiwrnod yn mwynhau amrywiaeth o weithdai chwaraeon ac ysgrifennu creadigol er mwyn ysgogi plant i fynd i’r afael â phroblemau llythrennedd a gordewdra sy’n gyffredin yng Nghymru, yn arbennig yn y Cymoedd. Mae arian ychwanegol a sicrhawyd gan swyddog yr Academi, Louise Richards gan Reading Is Fundamental, ( wedi helpu i sicrhau y bydd 200 o blant y Cymoedd yn cael llyfrau sy’n ymwneud â chwaraeon am ddim, er mwyn eu helpu i gael mwy o fwynhad o ddarllen ac o lenyddiaeth.

Syniad ar y cyd gan Sue Mulcahy, Cydgysylltydd Llythrennedd a Louise Richards, Swyddog Datblygu Llenyddiaeth yn y Cymoedd oedd y digwyddiad, sef trefnu diwrnod llawn o weithdai’n ymwneud â chwaraeon a llenyddiaeth er mwyn ennyn diddordeb pawb ym mlwyddyn 7. Trefnodd Sue Mulcahy raglen o ddeg sesiwn, yn cynnwys pedwar sesiwn ysgrifennu creadigol yng ngofal awduron a gyflogwyd gan yr Academi.

Cynigiodd Phil Carradice 5 sesiwn o 60 munud yr un ar newyddiaduraeth chwaraeon

Cynhaliodd Peter Read 5 sesiwn 60 munud lle’r oedd y grwpiau’n cydweithio i gynhyrchu cerddi grŵp ar chwaraeon

Defnyddiodd Mike Jenkins ffotograffau chwaraeon i ysbrydoli barddoniaeth mewn 5 sesiwn 60 munud

Bu Daniel Morden yn adrodd straeon traddodiadol yn ymwneud â chwaraeon mewn tri sesiwn o awr yr un

Cynhaliodd Tîm Pêl-droed yn y Gymuned Dinas Caerdydd gyfres o sesiynau chwaraeon gydag un o’u hyfforddwyr pêl-droed cymunedol, Ashley Thomas.

Cymerodd 146 o blant 11-12 oed ran yn y diwrnod cyfan. Fe’u rhannwyd yn grwpiau o 20 ynghyd ag un grŵp targed o 30 a gafodd lyfr chwaraeon am ddim fel rhan o brosiect Chwaraeon a Llenyddiaeth Reading is Fundamental.

Poems compiled with Peter Read

The Swimmer

Sheldon Mason

He lay beside the water,

His skin as cold as ice,

I don’t think he’s heard us,

We’ve already called him twice.

His skin grew pale,

His face was white,

The pool of blood shone red.

All this happened on the day,

Our star swimmer hit his head.

Two months on we’re mourning,

No-one even knew his name,

Victory is still a dream,

The money and the fame.

One day our manager said to us,

“I think we need a plan,”

“A new coach” he said, “Oh, here she comes.”

She? It’s not a man?

Our arms came through the water,

Like butter and a knife,

I lift my head, look at the stands,

See my brother and my wife.

Victory! Shouts! Thunder and Joy!

We won a huge cup,

We felt the sorrow,

As we thought of friend

Who can’t see tomorrow.

Golfing Hero

Group poem with Peter Read

He came from nowhere.

No rating in the world,

no one knew his name

even the caddie got it wrong.

Playing the game of his life

he came from nowhere to somewhere.

The crowd followed him around

like stampeding horses;

Cheers like thunder

brought him home.

Suddenly everyone knows his name

The Fans

Group poem with Peter Read

Fans are crazy as animals,

shaken like a rug

scattering to the corners

of the stadium.

Watching the players

fills them with energy.

Drawing fans like moths

floodlights fill and light the stadium.


Group poem with Peter Read

Blood pumps through my body.

My heart races with me

wind in my hair,

feet airborne,

I feel like a superhero

running at the speed of light


Group poem with Peter Read

S swimming the surface.

Scuba diving below

Seeing an unknown, underwater world.

P Powerful pistols shoot vibrant colours

paintballing others from hair to toes

O 0rienteers wander the wood

out and about for clues

R Roaring rugby crowds welcome

Rugby players rough as rock.

T Tense tennis players rally the ball.

Two cats chasing the points.

The battle for victory begins

The Game

Group poem with Peter Read

From the air

the stadium is filled with regimented ants.

The player bounces the ball

like a small unseen trampoline.

The commentator wild with excitement

takes the crowd from love to deuce to game.

The umpire shouts quiet.

The crowd falls silent as the night

The ball as hot as fire

goes from player to player

The noise of the crowd

roars like an incoming train


Group poem with Peter Read

Football is a game of power.

Two armies line up

fighting for the ball, the cup,

possession of the other’s land


Group poem with Peter Read

Noisy, boozy, sweaty,

the flick of the wrist.

Moving the arm back and forth

with his eyes he positions the dart.

Throws for his triple twenty.

Roaring celebration.

Noisy, boozy, sweaty

The game is won.


Group poem with Peter Read

Pumping adrenalin

twisting, turning,

holding your balance

Scared of toppling,

stomach turning.

Ollies on the skateboard

A 360 turn.

Popping, jumping,

from earth to sky.

Photo poems

Written with Mike Jenkins

The Fight

Determined to win they fight till the end

Strong as a tiger as they take a punch

Dripping with sweat like you have just

Come out of the shower

The one on the left is defending himself

Like a lion protecting his cubs


I felt so fast and quick as I

Dodged the other players. I gripped

That ball as tight as I could

But I got tackled

The crowd went wild as

I scored a try

I stood to my feet and felt so proud

BMX Motorbike

I am angry but determined to get out of this hole

Which is muddy as a swamp.

I’m sweating; my face is wet as saliva

My bike can be fast as lightning but still stuck as my mind

I’m not going anywhere, so I give up


The boxer is a strong as an ox

They are as fast as cheetahs

They get aggressive as rhinos

They have cat like reflexes

They float like butterflies

And sting like bees

They sweat like a man on venus

They have their bones broken like a crippled man

They get battered as a man under a stampede

They’re determined as monkeys looking for bananas

After the fight they’re as exhausted as a turtle running


Hit it high

Hit it low

Hit it through the net below

Get under and grab it

Hit it through the net below

Try to score a goal

We need to win the trophy


Running passing

Muddy ‘n’ brown

Trying to score

With a grunting sound

Rough as sandpaper

Persistent as a team

Reaching  for the ball

To score a goal

Unaware of choking

His team mate falls

The ball bouncing

And scores a goal

Cheerful and happy

Unaware of winning

Singing and chanting

And celebrating

People smiling because they have won a trophy

People smiling because they are happy

All cwtched together to have a picture

He is holding the ball ready to score

They are holding the trophy up high

It looks like they are looking in to the ether

The circle looks like a big plate

The unknown surfer

I sit on the sand

Nearly every day

And watch the unknown surfer

I sit on the sand on Sydney Bay

And watch the unknown surfer

The waves climb over him

Like a prowling tiger

Clawing him under the water

For he’s the unknown surfer

He crawls back onto his board

And surfs the waves again

For he is the unknown surfer

The next morning I sit on the sand

The sand of Sydney Bay

Watching the unknown surfer

Surf the waves again

Fight of the year

It was one big fight

In a dark, dark night

He hit me, I hit him

I gave him a right jab and he went down

1,2,3 he was still on the floor

Out, he got up just on four

I circled him round and round

Until he got tired and went to the ground

1,2,3,4,5,6,7 but he got up

I was hoping for a belt not a cup

I hit him but he blocked with his glove

I hit up a bone

I hit him flat to the ring

And the bell went ding ding

I won the fight

I’m the man of the night

The longest Jab

I walked down the lane to the ring

soon went the ding

Crack went my jaw

Down went my hope

Left jab

Right jab

I was out

1,2,3 and 4

I’m on the floor

I got back up

I ducked

and dodged

and hooked

and blocked

he was scaring me

like a creep

He was making me bleed and

Break, but I never

Gave up

I persevered and

Stuck to my guns

Young Ricky was

Down for the count

The fight was over

And I had won

The Old and New

The old and new

Its time to go

Go to a stadium

To put on a new show

To win the championship

To be glorious again

To go to the premiership

And start all over again


Walking through the tunnel

Feeling scared as ever

But I felt excited as I hear the Anthem being sung

I’m walking closer towards the crowd

They’re screaming my name so loud

I felt the nerves kick in

Running with the ball, I’m almost there

I score with joy

I’m running so fast until I get knocked down

A big man tackling me I almost get stuck

I eventually get up but in the wrong position

What do I do? I passed to a team mate

Luckily he made it. We Won!

Wonder Boy

My punch is lethal as a bullet

My dodge quick as the wind

Never lost a game since he was 13

I am the Welsh Champion

My muscles tense

The right hook hurts my jaw

Jab, jab, uppercut he’s out for the count

I am the Welsh Champion

I trains and trains in the gym

Punching the bag and on the running machine

Muscles like King Kong the bell goes

Ding dong he is the Welsh Champion

The next fight is a hard one

My title is for either of us at the moment

I am the Welsh Champion

I won the Trophy

I win round 2

He wins round 2

I cut my face

And blood squirts out to you

I get back you

And win in the ring

Just for you till the bell dings

I win the trophy at the end

I’ll go jogging next weekend


Bars, beam, floor, vault

Flip, twist, flip, twist

Round and round her body’s spinning

In a pose she lands

Cartwheels round offs, flick, flick, flick

Full twist, front sum and Arabian

Backwards flip and front one too

Maybe she’ll do the splits

Right leg, left leg, box and bridge

Flick of her legs and she’s up

Oh no! She fell and broke her leg

Someone call 911

As fast as a dart

As fast as a dart down the hill

As high as a plane in the sky

Taking the turns, ripping up the mud

Jumping high with the skill in the clouds

Landing hard on dirt, bouncing all around

With the wheels on the ground

The Team

The team who won the match

Was saved by the keeper’s classic catch

Now the keeper can pose and smile

And he feels he could probably run a mile

Now his team has their arms in the air

While the losing team thinks “Oh what a mare”

And know with that winning catch

His team has won the match

Last fight of the year

The bell has gone

The game has started

One takes a swing

So the referee has parted

He lands to the floor with a crash

Because the punch was such a smash

He gets back up from the punch

And hits him back, you can hear him crunch

He turns around and knocks him down

This is the second hit

He could be crowned king, let’s admit

It’s coming near to the end

He takes a sharp punch that they can’t mend

This is the end 1,2,3, he is down for good

Like I knew he would

He has been crowned king for that I know

If you matched the fight again it will show

Fight Night

The bell goes they hit hands

And then they start

They hit and hit

Until someone drops

He ducks and gives him an uppercut

He jabs him twice

With a left followed by a right

He ducks and he dodges

And dances around his opponent

But sooner or later

His opponent will lay him out flat

They fight until the seventh round

Both men are exhausted

But the fans carry them on

But they know they won’t be on for long

The bell for the 13th round just went

And the men are feeling the pains

Both men have cuts and bruises

They know there are only two rounds left

But it feels like twenty

The bell has gone for the 15th round

And coming to the end

And Hatton gets furious and stronger

And hits his opponent and drops him

He then wins the championship

And now for the celebration

The Half Pip

As I acid dropped down the edge

My feelings, all of them out of my head

I could hear my wheels screeching and rolling

The crowd almost started booing

But I couldn’t care, what so ever

It’s like going up in an elevator

As I went in the air

Oh my gosh I slipped over there

So in the air I grabbed my board

And I grinded across a very thick cord

Sparks like fire went everywhere

And now the crowd started to care

As I skated all the way down

I could hear a child starting to howl

Then I stopped, dead silence

Then these people gave me presents

On that day I was known everywhere

Everyone looked and stared

Almost every time I get paid

By the way, my name’s Danny Wade


11 players on each side

2 strikers

4 midfielders

4 defenders

And 1 goalkeeper

Strikers score

Midfielders take free kicks

Defenders defend

Goalkeeper protects

90 minutes we play

45 minutes then a break

We are winning but then

The ball came flying at me

I hit it with my hands

It bounced away

The whistle blew

We had won

We had our photos taken especially me

I had won the game


The water, rock, waves and sun

Here’s a place to have some fun

California here we come

Surfing is our number one

Waves are finally here to stay

We’ll enjoy them every day

The rocks are sharp, seagulls are loud

Surfing is the way and we’re so proud


We’ve been playing all night

Waiting for the game to end

There has been a big fight

It’s driving me round the bend

Everyone’s kicking like kangaroos

I really want to go home

Because I need the loo

I’m sitting here all alone.


I glide through the water

As I am splashed by the waves

I feel nothing but excitement

And most of all determined

My excitement is fading

And turning into tiredness

The noisy waves almost sound

Like a lullaby sending me to sleep

I am wet through, cold

Alone and waiting for this to end

As the sunset sets


I am really pleased that I won

Very proud indeed

I have got a trophy

That I have worked hard to get

When I had the ball, I nearly missed the ring

But as I am a good athlete

It went through the ring

I’m so glad I scored, I gave my team a point

Now we are a step closer

To winning the cup

I was shooting like a man with a gun

It was really hard because

Someone was marking me like a teacher with your work

Suddenly someone scored

Yeah we all screamed

Now we are victorious evenings approaching nearer

As we won our faces were

Smiley as a happy face you draw

Happy as a sun. Oh we are happy

Smiling at the camera

And we couldn’t be happier

Get ready to skate

I did a stall

On a really thin pole

It’s on a ramp

And it’s a bit damp

Balanced like a bird on a wire

Adrenalin burning like fire

Life on the edge of a corping

I’ve got the ability

And I’ve got flexibility

My best mate Bert

He skates vert

Kitted up like a knight

Who’s ready to fight.


I’m clutching on tight

To the handles of my bike

I’m going quite fast, I’m getting blurred sight

I wish this photographer would hurry up

I want to train and win the cup

The wind is blowing me off balance

C’mon I want to show off my cycling talents

Finally I’m back on track

I’ve trained so hard, I’ve hurt my back

I think I’ll stop and have a rest

I’ll try tomorrow to beat the best

The seat is hard

My bum is sore

I pushed the peddles

I can’t no more

Final Glory

At the beginning of the year we were nothing

Other girls laughed at us and put us to shame

We lost 10-0 to Merthyr that was the worst.

We trained all the time but never improved

But we never lost hope, we never gave up

We lost 9-1 to Merthyr that was better.

We practiced out passing

We practiced our shooting

All night until one day our coach said “We have to get better.”

We beat Merthyr 5-0 that was our final glory.


Girls aren’t supposed to play boxing

They told me over and over

You’re supposed to be into dolls and tennis.

Now he can’t hurt me can he

I let him throw the first punch

And I throw two

The referee blows the whistle.

You’re not strong only I am

He scoffed @It’s for boys only”

I dodge him and throw a punch.

And when I throw the punch

I knew it would be

You knocked out for punch.

Men vs Women

The crowds are cheering on the teams

As they are coming out of the tunnel

Running onto the pitch

Full of muddy puddles.

It’s five minutes into the game

Neath are over the line

5 points on the board

Followed by a conversion.

Rugby ball being forever passed

Running around like headless chickens.

The Surfer

Sliding through the open water

Arms spread out like an eagle flying freely

Waves break behind m and form into a watery froth

I feel protected, with my wetsuit as a waterproof skin.

The freezing cold spray comes as a shock

It burns my eyes and stings my skin

The salty taste spreads around my mouth like a juicy rumour

Spreading amongst the school.

A Long Ride Home

I just learnt how to ride a bike

I ride it all the time

I’m much better now I’ve grown

But there’s a secret I’ve never shown

I want to be a champion

And win all of the races

And pass all of those silly losing faces.

The Race

The helmet goes on and it’s the start

The engine starts up, off we go

The rain pours down, making it slow

The crowd’s roaring all you can hear is the beating of my heart.

The wind is blowing, but don’t you worry

I’ll pull the throttle in a hurry

I can see the ending just down there

Quick drive not a second to spare

I’ve won the race, I feel great

Here’s your medal well done mate

The Match

The impact of the punch is like a car crash into a wall

The punch is as deadly as an archer

The boxer is aggressive as a gorilla on a bad day

The ropes are straight as a ruler

The punch is a fast as a sound

The spectators are serious yet look so bored

The Biker who went the wrong way

I got lost on the motorway

In a bike race I’ve got to say

I went up the road to the other field

I went through some cow poo

And then I lost me shoe

Then up the hill my wheel fell off

Just when I had a strop

The wave of a lifetime

Riding the waves

What an exciting feeling

Your friends cheering you on

Drowning out the sound of the waves behind me.

The waves crashing ferociously into the rocks

Like a female lion protecting her young cubs

I’m quite at home on the waves

Like a bird in a nest high up in a tree.

I’m almost at the beach

Where the sand can go through my toes

This was a wave of a lifetime

And now it’s no more.