Projects

All Skilled Up Fourth Round

Mike Jenkins Patrick Jones Peter Read Mike Jenkins
January and March 2011 saw the continued success of the All Skilled UpProject at Cardiff City Stadium. This was a partnership project with Academi, Cardiff City Football in the Community Team, LEA Education Departments, LEA Libraries and BSA Cymru.

In early January and March pupils from Blaenau Gwent, Torfaen and Bridgend Schools enjoyed the project, which continued with funding from the Football League until Spring 2012. Three groups from Caerphilly also enjoyed the project with funding from Caerphilly Borough Council.

Four hundred and sixty four children and young people from schools in the four authorities visited the new Cardiff City Stadium for an inspiring day of football activities and creative writing opportunities. Pupils worked with either John Tripp Award Winner, Peter Read, celebrated poet and authorMike Jenkins, celebrated poet Patrick Jones or performance poet Mike Church to create a new football poem. They also enjoyed a treasure hunt as part of their guided tour around the grounds of the stadium.

Poems Jan 11

Beaufort Hill Primary School with Mike Jenkins

Calm and Crashing Stadium

The Stadium is calm
Seats as blue as the sea
And as white as waves
Grass as green as seaweed
Empty as a beach at night
Gentle breeze crossing the pitch
Silent as under the sea
Hoardings swaying like the fish
Fresh scent like the ocean
Lonely as an empty beach.

The Stadium is ear-blasting
Like the sound of crashing waves
The pitch like a rock pool
Mexican waves like breakers
The sound is deathful
When the opposition score
Seats as clear as the water
Or like shells opening and closing
Fans like multi-coloured fish
Rough sea blowing everyone away
Like when we score a goal.

Roseheyworth Primary School with Mike Jenkins

The Forecast Stadium

The Stadium’s weather is very peaceful
Calm and gentle breeze
Quiet as nobody’s there
It rains gently, lightly
Cool wind rushing through
Or a bright sunny day
When a heat wave rushes
Over empty seats.

All of a sudden a strong wind through the crowd
It rains mad with thunder
Noise of a crowd chanting like a whirlwind
Goal scored like an earthquake
Celebrations of hailstones
Huge tackle like a hurricane
If we win it all ends sunny.

Hendredenny Park Primary School with Peter Read

Playing in the rain

Rain on the roof, it’s pitter patter
Sounds like crowds of crawling spiders and running mice
It moves along a slithering rattle snake
Players slipping ad sliding
Their studs digging muddy holes in the ground
Before kick-off there was bright green grass
Now a chocolaty brown mud bath
Soaked shirts stick to the players skin
Steam comes off their foreheads
Fast as a rhino charging.
Before the match their hair was combed
Now it’s a droopy mess like strands of spaghetti
Running down their cheeks
Fans near the front, as wet as a swimming pool
Are cheering their team,
They’re singing in the rain.

Tŷ Sign Primary School with Peter Read

Cardiff City FC

The amazing view of the Stadium
With it’s luscious green grass
We climb the steps to success
Imagine Cardiff knocking QPR off the top
Hear the crowd flowing with excitement
The drumming rain splashing against the ground
The wind’s frosty touch on my cheeks
The dark clouds fall on the ground
With the noise of beating hearts
Bellamy weaves and darts past stunned defenders
Wriggles through the gap
He’s in the penalty box
My heart stops as he takes a shot, and scores.

Poems March 11

Glanhowy Primary School with Mike Jenkins

Welsh Giant

“Go Bluebirds” I’d say,
My colours are blue, white and green,
My sounds are silent and roaring.
I am a huge giant
And a lion biting.
I’m gutted when we lose,
But excited when we win.
My marching music is ‘Hen wlad fy Nhadau’,
My outstanding features are players on match days.
My hopes for the future are the Premier League.

Brynbach Primary School with Mike Jenkins

Bluebirds Stadium

The pitch is my heart and the seats are my soul.
My colours are blue, white, yellow and green.
As I soar in the sky I can hear birds whistling.
I am an enthusiastic person,
I change into t blue whale
Every time people cheer for me, I feel proud.
Sometimes quiet, at might roaring.
My main feature’s the name on the seats.
I will be one of the Bluebirds forever.

Pil Primary School with Mike Jenkins

Who are we? Blue Army

“The other teams smell!” I say;
My colours are blue, green and white,
Green for the pitch and blue and white for the team.
Sounds of chanting ‘Cardiff! Cardiff!’ and people screaming.
I am like a hundred children and a dusky dolphin.
Moods change like the weather
Because of winning, losing or drawing.
I sing really strong Welsh songs.
My seats are my teeth.
I hope to keep winning all the games.

Brackla Primary School with Mike Jenkins

City Poem

“Cardiff’s gunna win!” I say,
My colours are blue, yellow and white
My sounds are cheering, clapping and roaring of my fans.
I am tall, but three years old.
I am a wild blue shark.
My moods change from every game.
Chants are all I hear.
My heart belongs in the ball.
“Win the game, have a go!” Bluebirds score, I get to know!

St Cenneth Secondary School with Peter Read

Bluebirds to Victory

Stadium bigger than the biggest skyscraper
On match days it’s like a wrestling cage
Queues are as long as the ocean
People ramming, jamming each other
To get to the white seats shining, spelling Cardiff.
Players fast as racing cars zoom along the pitch
The crowd revs up like engines or roaring Monster Trucks.
The ball fast as a bullet flies from foot to foot
Then swirls into the top right hand corner of the net.
Sometimes it flies as high as a plane or even Pluto.
Aaron Ramsey celebrates like an acrobat
Back-flipping on grass as green as trees.
Twenty seven thousand seats avalanche up and down
Making a volcano of sound as the whistle blows.

Pengam Primary School with Peter Read

The Birds are back in Town

The grass green and brown
Just like a chameleon,
Underneath a gigantic open roof.
The crowd roars like a dinosaur
Jumping up and down like a raptor.
Birds hover above the pitch
Waiting for the party to start
When the crowd drops their food and leaves
They dive in for big, juicy sausages
Pecking at the crumbs from buns
Nippering at spilt coke, fanta, spilt beer.
They squawk messages to their friends
Twitter and tweeter that fans and Bluebirds have left.
There’s plenty of food, the party’s in full swing.

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