A visit to the National Museum of Scotland with Robert Alan Jamieson resulted in these intensely atmospheric poems by P6 pupils from Clifton Hall School and P7 pupils from Balgreen Primary.

Some of these poems are acrostics, where the poet writes a word vertically and then uses each letter to begin a line. Not so easy as it sounds!

The Maiden

T he Maiden so powerful,
H er blade so sharp,
E nding life like that!
M an is scared to break the law,
A fraid of suffocating darkness.
I f they escape they better watch out,
D eath could be around the corner.
E njoy life right now, you thieves,
N ever knowing what could happen.

Mark Gordon

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Scotland

S cotland 's patron saint.
C hristians from far away.
O cean is all around.
T oday is St Andrew's Day.
L and is green and wet.
A very lovely setting.
N ever been beaten.
D o come to Scotland, join our patron saint.

Steven Hughes

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Spider webs like a rigging of a ship,
A minty kind of smell,
Burnt logs of wooden houses,
The sharp points of a comb.
The symbols on the large rock,
A vase painted blue and green,
Gold is the colour of the sword,
There is still more treasure out there.

Hayley Bayfield

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The stone of old time smooth and plain
Black rock looks like lego blocks,
Silver bracelet down at the river,
Ancient stone phones to us now.
Crunchy what scattered on a small wood seat,
Burn of roof shows up the turn in a bark.
Old leaves drop and save a time underground,
Bobby sleeps in the church to pass the time of day.

Kaori Miki

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Strange eyes stare at me as I wander
Through the past
Ducks and fish, frozen in stone and time
No knowledge of their mysterious life
Just pictures still as the ground they stood on.
I look at them and wonder, what they might have meant
The pictures from the past.

Hayley A Cormack

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The stone was as gnarled
As a pile of bones laid to rot
Smooth as a layer of marble
But only a fragment of stone remains
Like an unfinished painting

Marc Morrison

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The collage of blurred colours, like a sheet of velvet dust.
The yellow and crimson trees on faraway hills are like
Splashes of paint from a paintbrush.
An outline of large buildings stands out like a stroke of white
On a blackboard.
Tall buildings stay stationary hoping to be noticed.

Rachel Mackenzie

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Some smooth
Some rough
Some sparkly
Cool but friendly
Ancient stones with colours glowing
Like diamonds.
Make me feel
Joined to the past

Fabio Milazzo