Poems written specially by school children for each new performance


Little Bird

A little bird

Flew a distance that no-one else could reach.

What a miracle.

A small thing is not weak

This is evidence and you say:

How far did it fly?

It flew over the ocean

Past Greenland

And to the Caribbean

And not only that

It flew into the wind

With no difficulty

What a miracle


by Hafsa Ahmed 

Red Necked Phalarope

This is the story of a little bird,

It flew much further than I had heard

It took flight from the safety of an experts hand

It flew from land to land to land

No-one realised how far it flew

Until they discovered it’s journey to Peru

It did not travel by plane or boat

It flew by itself with its russet red throat.


by Maya Brown


I created a nest like a puzzle

Shadows are creeping over the land

My egg hatched into fragments of shell

Will I miss the cosy nest?

Will this place change while I’m away?

Will I ever come back?


by Liv Goldreich


That uplifting moment



When you rise up and up and up

When the wind takes control



by Talia Hendry 

Set Your Path Through The Sky

Set your path through the sky

Just keep on flying up so high

Small bird, don’t give up

Keep on flying so you don’t drop

Keep on flying through the air

Just don’t have a single care

You may be so very small

Just don’t give up so you don’t fall


by Jason Small

I Soar

I soar, I duck, I dodge.

My mission is so simple:

Reach the warmth, the food

Follow the stars, follow the sky

Reach the place where the rich food lies

Use the power in my wings

The wind is strong 

But so am I


by Esther Kent


If I Was A Bird

If I was a bird I would see the world

In a new light

A new perspective.

All the millions of problems and arguments would mean nothing to me.

I would be free of the greedy, the selfish and the liars.

I would have the whole world to explore, to myself

If I was a bird


by Robert Ibarra 

If I Had Wings

When the wind came I took to my wings I flew quite unsteadily at first
But it was worth it.

Soaring through the sky
The freedom of being so high When I let loose and flew

Flight was my destiny
in the atmosphere full of danger – But the view!

I wish I could go again… If I had wings
If I had wings


by Noah Max


Cumbria Youth Orchestra; BlueJam Youth Jazz; North Cumbrian Schools


Flying is fast;
Flying is fun;
Flying is swooping up right to the sun!

Flying is joy,
It takes away your frown;
Flying is great, but don’t look down!

Flying is cool; flying is free;
Flying is adventure for you and me!

So if you really want to fly,
Then FLY!

Keira Walker, Age 10 and Tyan Isles, Age 9
Armathwaite School

One small bird is more than you think,

Imagine the pressure of flying high into the midnight sky

Over the hilltops, over the valleys, over the cities.

One small bird is more than you think,

Everyday trying to survive.

If only birds could talk the true tale.

As the feathers fade,

She takes off over land and sea,

Soon to be in Peru in her destiny.

I wish I knew the true tale,

But what I know is – one small bird is more than you think.

Hollie, Ivegill

Born To Fly

We were born to fly
Up in the real-high sky,
To sing with you,
To dance in the stars
And fly away with you,
Over the seas and the mountains.
We fly to the city that never sleeps,
Over more mountains we travel.
We swim to meet with our family,
Back in Peru.
Over seas and mountains we’ve flown
To end up back home.

Dominic Horribin, Age 10
Armathwaite School

One Little Bird in a Big Storm

One little bird, one wonderful bird,
Is more than just a song.
For storms have occurred—another can be heard.
A hazardous, dangerous tropical storm.

Flying high in the sky,
This bird is well equipped,
For a storm is heading and while they fly,
It gradually slides into you, my bird.

Crash! Thunder, lightning, a tropical storm.
Violent, ferocious, world – crushing beast!
One fragile bird, one tiny dot,
Tossed, turned, thrashed, feathers blown, bones crushed!

Fly little bird, be brave, be strong!
 Gather your courage, have faith in your heart.
Battle the monster and fight to the end!
The song in your heart sings stronger than wind screams.

One small bird in a terrible storm,
Will one small bird survive?


by Seamus Barker, Yanwath School

Red-necked Phalarope

Lobed toes to help you swim
And make whirlpools in the waves.
Just 20 days from an olive-buff egg
‘Til you can spread your wings and fly.
With your grey, chestnut, black and white feathers,
You like to migrate to tropical weathers

Kara Tallentire, Age 9
Armathwaite School


Westmorland Youth Orchestra and mid-Lakes Primary Schools

Every year a small bird flies from Fetlar to Peru,

It’s a really impressive thing for a small bird to do

It flies high over the sea

Much, much higher than me

Seeing hump backed whales and diving fish

Wishing its journey was as quick as a wish

It all starts with a minute chick

Like a bumble bee, long legs like string

And in only a day it can walk

And in another 20 days

It is ready to fly to Peru!

Little elegant Red-Necked Phalarope! 

You’re so small

There are so few of you here

You learned to fly when you were only 20 days old,

Now look at you flying to the other side of the world!


St Thomas’s

One little bird

One terrible storm

But it is strong

It will battle its way through!

Will it do it?

Will it risk its life?

Let’s hope it will be alright!

Here’s our message to the little bird:




You were to fly 

across mountains and rivers

through wild storms and sun

Just a small bird to fly for miles

so fine so gentle

What could I say?

So thin so bone

You do it I don’t know how.

So gentle

feathers so fine

Fly little bird! Fly!



I saw him tumbling, twirling and flipping through the stars, 

Battling the last of the dying vortex,

Now out of the storm and into the shining night sky. 

The waves beneath reflected the beautiful moonlight

Like watery lanterns dancing on its mirrored surface.

He soared through the air flying free, flying high

Swooping gracefully, joyfully, thankfully and unwavering. 

Onwards and onwards through the jet night, 

Willed on by the waves and sustained by the stars. 

Fly on little bird with your head held high, 

Fly on little bird you can make it, fly, fly! 


Dean Barwick