Wes Magee is a favourite in the genre of children's poetry. A teacher by profession, he stumbled into the world of poetry while trying to place a student who complained that there were no poems on dinosaurs. Since then, he has written over 90 poems for children and 9 collections of plays and stories for adults.
"Inside the chimney, high I climb
It's dark inside the sooty stack
I bang my head, I graze my back
I lose all sense of passing time
Inside the chimney, high I climb
"Inside the chimney, high I climb
Far, far above...a patch of blue Where one
white cloud drifts into view
I stop to rest but that's a crime
Inside the chimney, high I climb
"Inside the chimney, high I climb
My bare feet slip on crumbling bricks
I clear rooks' nests---dead leaves and sticks
The master yells, 'Get working, brat!
I'm starved. Sometimes I eat stewed rat
Soot's in my hair. I'm tasting grime
Inside the chimney, high I climb
What do you think made the chimney boy lose all sense of time?
Have you ever lost sense of time while doing something? When and why?
Which line in the poem tells you that the boy is not treated properly by his employer?
Give a synonym for 'crumbing'.
Can you think of five words that rhyme with climb?