In class this week we are looking a poem called 'The Sound Collector' by Roger McGough. We have been working hard to learn the poem as well as creating sounds and actions. Have a look later in the week how we get on, as we plan to film it! 


The Sound Collector by Roger McGough


A stranger came this morning,

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag,

And carried them away.


The whistling of the kettle,

The turning of the lock,

The purring of the kitten,

The ticking of the clock.


The popping of the toaster,

The crunching of the flakes,

When you spread the marmalade,

The scraping noise it makes.


The hissing of the frying pan,

The ticking of the grill.

The bubbling of the bathtub,

As it starts to fill.


The drumming of the raindrops,

On the window-pane,

When you do the washing up,

The gurgle of the drain.


The crying of the baby,

The squeaking of the chair,

The swishing of the curtain,

The creaking of the stair.


A stranger called this morning,

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.