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A great poem - The Colour of my Dreams

Discussion in 'Primary' started by nick909, Jul 14, 2008.

  1. nick909

    nick909 Lead commenter

    Thought I'd share this. It's ace. By Peter Dixon, it's in Sensational, a collection of poems on the senses edited by Roger McGough. It made me think of more than a few kids I've taught over the years (mostly boys actually), and a couple I've got in my current class. Read it to mine and they loved it.

    Colour of My Dreams

    I'm a really rotten reader
    the worst in all the class,
    the sort of rotten reader
    that makes you want to laugh.

    I'm last in all the readin' tests,
    my score's not on the page
    and when I read to teacher
    she gets in such a rage.

    She says I cannot form my words
    she says I can't build up
    and that I don't know phonics
    and don't know a c-a-t from k-u-p.

    They say that I'm dyslexic
    (that's a word they've just found out)
    ... but when I get some plasticine
    I know what that's about.

    I make these scary monsters
    I draw these secret lands
    and get my hair all sticky
    and paint on all me hands.

    I make these super models,
    I build these smashing towers
    that reach up to the ceiling
    and take me hours and hours.

    I paint these lovely pictures
    in thick green drippy paint
    that gets all on the carpet
    and makes the cleaners faint.

    I build great magic forests
    weave bushes out of string
    and paint pink panderellos
    and birds that really sing.

    I play my world of real believe
    I play it every day
    and teachers stand and watch me
    but don't know what to say.

    They give me diagnostic tests,
    they try out reading schemes,
    but none of them will ever know
    the colour of my dreams.

    - Peter Dixon
     
  2. nick909

    nick909 Lead commenter

    Thought I'd share this. It's ace. By Peter Dixon, it's in Sensational, a collection of poems on the senses edited by Roger McGough. It made me think of more than a few kids I've taught over the years (mostly boys actually), and a couple I've got in my current class. Read it to mine and they loved it.

    Colour of My Dreams

    I'm a really rotten reader
    the worst in all the class,
    the sort of rotten reader
    that makes you want to laugh.

    I'm last in all the readin' tests,
    my score's not on the page
    and when I read to teacher
    she gets in such a rage.

    She says I cannot form my words
    she says I can't build up
    and that I don't know phonics
    and don't know a c-a-t from k-u-p.

    They say that I'm dyslexic
    (that's a word they've just found out)
    ... but when I get some plasticine
    I know what that's about.

    I make these scary monsters
    I draw these secret lands
    and get my hair all sticky
    and paint on all me hands.

    I make these super models,
    I build these smashing towers
    that reach up to the ceiling
    and take me hours and hours.

    I paint these lovely pictures
    in thick green drippy paint
    that gets all on the carpet
    and makes the cleaners faint.

    I build great magic forests
    weave bushes out of string
    and paint pink panderellos
    and birds that really sing.

    I play my world of real believe
    I play it every day
    and teachers stand and watch me
    but don't know what to say.

    They give me diagnostic tests,
    they try out reading schemes,
    but none of them will ever know
    the colour of my dreams.

    - Peter Dixon
     
  3. What a lovely poem, and so true... sadly.
     

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