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Mae gen i lawer o ffrindiau
Rhai bach
Rhai mawr
Mae gen i lawer o ffrindiau.

Mae gen i lawer o ffrindiau
Rhai tew
Rhai tenau
Mae gen i lawer o ffrindiau.

Mae gen i lawer o ffrindaiu
Rhai blewog 
Rhai cegog
Mae gen i lawer o ffrindiau.

Ond 
Ambell waith rwy’n drist
Yn meddwl
Am blant sy heb ffrindiau.

Plant bach
Yn unig
Heb gartref
Heb deulu
Plant heb ffrindiau.

Pryd hynny rwy’n diolch
Am lawer o ffrindiau
A chartref clud
Rwyn ddiolchgar am rhain i gyd.

Catrin Harries

Roedd yn ddiwrnod braf yng ngwyliau’r haf ac roeddwn i a fy mam yn mynd i’r traeth gyda Rhian a’i mam. Roedd Rhian a fi wedi bod yn ffrindiau am un ar ddeg o flynyddoedd ac yn parhau’n ffrindiau.
Es i lawr y grisiau a chael tost a jam. Gwisgais fy ngwisg nofio a rhoi trowsus cwta a chrys t a treinars newydd amdanaf.  Es i nol dingi a dau gylch rwber o’r sied a gwneud brechdanau i ginio. Llwythais pob peth yn y car. Yn olaf es i lan i fy ystafell a nol sbectol haul a hylif llosg haul.
Cyn hir cyrhaeddom y traeth. Roedd Rhian yna yn barod yn bola heulo.Aeth Rhian a fi i’r mor yn syth yn y dingi. Roedd yr awyr yn llawn cymylau gwyn fel carped o sidan. Roedden yn edrych i fyny i’r awyr pan welson rhywbeth gwyn tywyll yn cuddliw yn erbyn yr awyr.
Glaniodd ar y maes golffio a dechrau mynd yn anweledig. Rhedon ato a gweld mai llong ofod oedd. Agorodd y drws a cherddodd pedwar estron pinc a smotiau melyn tew a dywedodd un. “Rwyn dod mewn heddwch.”
Dywedais i “croeso i Gymru.”
Dechreuodd Rhian lledchwerthin ond dywedias “stopia. Falle bydden nhw’n ein lladd neu’n herwgilio a bydd ein mamau yn cael ffit.”
Chwerthinodd Rhian a thagu. Gofynnodd y pedwar estron
“Beth yw eich enwau chi?”
“Fy enw I ydy Catrin a’i henw hi yw Rhian” eglurais.
“O na enwau pert. Fy enw i yw Ti Ti, ei henw hi yw Iola a henwau ein plant ydy Wibro, yr hynaf, a Et yw’r ifancaf.” meddai Ti Ti.
Allan o’r cerbyd teithiodd rhywbeth. “O dyma ein ci,- Bonso.” dywedodd Ti Ti.
“wff Wff.” meddai Bonso. 
“Ydych chi eisiau dod gyda ni i Mars am y dydd?” gofynnodd Ti Ti.
“O gret, ond bydd yn rhaid i ni gael cinio yn gyntaf a dweud wrth ein mamau, byddwn ni nol heno a bod Rhian yn aros y nos,” eglurais. 
“O.K. gweld chi mewn munud,” dywedodd Ti Ti.
Rhedodd Rhian a fi yn nol i’r traeth a chael brechdan ham a meioneis. Dywedon wrth ein mamau ein bod yn mynd I ferlota ceffyl I fyny Carn Ingli gyda ceffylau fy wncwl a oedd y  byw wrth droed y mynydd. Aethon yn ol i’r maes golffio lle oedd Wibro yn darllen  cylchgrawn a Et yn chwarae tag efo Bonzo. Daeth Iola a Ti Ti a dweud, “rydyn yn barod i fynd”
Roedd y daith yn hir ac anturus. Wrth i ni fynd o’r ddaear i’r gofod roedd tan a oedd mor boeth fel oedd y poethder yn llithro o dan y drysau. Roedd y tan yno i stopio pethau gwael fynd i reoli’r ddaear.
O’r diwedd glaniodd y llong ofod ar Mars. Gwnaethom ddyfais neilltuol er mwyn gallu anadlu yno. Roedd llawer o adeiladau a llawer o fobl yno. Roedd y ddaear yno dan ein traed.
Dywedodd Weibo, “os ydych eisiau cysylltu a’ch rhieni a i a chi at y ffon.”  Penderfynnodd Rhian a fi fyw yno. Cysyllton a’, rhieni a dweud y bydden ni yn mynd nol i’w gweld nhw cyn hir. Cawsom barti i ddathlu a na gyd oedd yna i yfed a bwyta oedd Mars. Gwnaethom ddau ffrind newydd;- eu henwau oedd Wizzi Wig a Lori. Parodd y parti am wyth awr ac roedd pawb wedi cael llond bola o fwyd ac wedi blino’n lan ar ol y diwrnod prysur.

Catrin Harries.

Mae gwaith Catrin wedi eu gynnwys yn “ Eich Cyfaill Gorau,” - Casgliad o waith plant i ddathlu’r Flwyddyn Darllen Genedlaethol a argraffwyd gan Cyngor Sir Penfro.
 

Home at last.

Last year on the eighth of August I had a big row with my parents. Thinking back the row was so little and silly, and I can’t imagine why I thought of what I did....
        That night I lay in bed thinking, when the thought hit me like a ton of bricks, I got out of bed and rummaged around in my dark cupboard for a rucksack. When I finally found it I stuffed it full of warm clothes, I took my piggy-bank out of a little niche in my bedroom wall and counted the money, ten whole pounds.
          “Catrin,” whispered my sister in a hoarse voice.
   “Yes,” I said back.
          “What are you doing?” she asked.
   “Running away,”  I answered.
          “Can I come?” she said hopefully.
  “Okay,but you’ll have to be quick.” I said. So off we went down the road to the bus stop. It was probably midnight by then. We waited until a red bus came, heading for Cardiff. It was nice and warm on the bus unlike the cold, damp bus stop.
        When we arrived in Cardiff it must have been about four because it was getting lighter. Gemma and I walked around the dark city of Cardiff for about four hours, and deep down I wished I’d never left, I was hungry, cold and homesick. We saw a nice cafe and went in. It was cosy, bright and very welcoming but I did not know I’d spend eight days there.
    I bought two teas and two chocolate doughnuts. When the waiter came over he asked us if we’d had a nice breakfast, We said “Yes thankyou,” and just as we turned to leave he grabbed our arms and hauled us towards the kitchen. He took us up towards his apartment and made us sit on the horrid floral sofa.
    “Sit down and don’t say a word,”
He shouted at us and pulled a knife out of his pocket. I shrieked in horror. Those last few days were the worst days of my life and I don’t want to go through anything else like that again.
       On the eighth day the police came and arrested the man who was on bail.
    A policewoman came up to comfort us, then took us home at last. After all that had happened, I have never been so happy to see my own house and feel the warmth of my parents arm around me and a big dinner in front of me! 
                        Catrin Harries. 

Y diwrnod a gefais i garped hud,
Meddyliais.”rwyn gallu mynd rownd y byd!”

Rhoddais y caped ar y llawr,
Roedd e yn galed, roedd e yn un mawr!

Rrwyn barod i fynd;- abracadabra,
A nawr rwyn mynd “Ha, ha, ha, ha.”

Rwyn dechrai mynd lan, lan, lan,
Ond...Crash, pam, pam?

Rwyn dechrau mynd eto,
Rwyn dechrau mynd lan,
Dwy ddim wedi crasio,
Does dim rhaid i fi ddweud.” Pam?”

Rwyn mynd allan drwy’r ffenest fawr,
Rwyn mynd i’r gofod i weld y cawr.

Gwelais i eilian a llong ofod fawr,
Yna yn sydyn rwyn dechrau mynd lawr!

Mae’r pwer yn methu, rwyn mynd i gwympo,
Rwyn agos i’r llawr ond...bwmp, ooo.

Rwy wedi cwympo, rwy ar y llawr,
Ac rydw i wedi cael dolur mawr!

Rwy i wedi mynd gatre ar fy ngharped hyd,
A dyna y diwrnod rown i wedi mynd rownd y byd!!!!!
                          Celeste.
 

One fine day in mid July,
I thought I saw a butterfly,
But as it slowly drew near,
It was an alien ship I fear!

The ship was bright green and blue,
With huge faint black spots too,
 The ship was horrible and hairy,
With flashing lights that made it scary!

A huge lazer came down,
And zapped me up from the ground,
It carried me into the ship,
And started to beat me with a whip!

There was an alien inside,
With yellow hair and staring eyes, 
It started to talk in its own special language,
It said”Bleep bleep blong bnamidge”! 

Another alien came up to me,
It said “Hibhgy dasfery nadsgher re”,
Then it muddled with a switch on its body,
And said” Hi my name is gyhofly!”

The aliens showed me all of the planets,
They showed me Mercury which they called Tlasets,
They showed me Venus which they called Herat,
And even our own Earth which they called Pelrac!

The aliens showed me Mars which they call Poarts,
The aliens showed me Jupiter which they call Hojarts,
The aliens showed me Saturn which they call Ytpok,
The aliens showed me Uranus which they call Cuppok!

The aliens showed me Neptune which they call Gerfot,
The aliens showed me Pluto which they call Varfot,
Then the aliens put me on our planet Earth,
But whenever I tell anybody my story they  shake with mirth!!!!! 
Celeste Cantor-Stephens.

This is a poem that Celeste wrote and included in her nature project titled “Space”

As yellow as cream,
as big as my hand,
I listened carefully,
it sounded like a band.

I took it home, 
and showed it to my mum,
The next day,
it started to hum.

I took it to school,
and it turned blue,
I took it to the swimming pool,
and it turned black.

I took it back home,
and showed it to my mum.
She said “wash it a lot
and it should start to run.”

I took it to bed,
instead of my ted,
When I woke up it had
turned bright red.

I took it to the shop,
when I went to buy some pop,
It started to hop,
till I said “stop.”
 
 
 

This is the story, 
of my little shell,
Which I found on the beach,
with my friend Mel.

Bethan Phillips
 
 
 

Under the Sea

Under the sea, 
There are things we do not see,
Like a fish
Eating from a dish.

Under the sea
There are things we do not hear,
Lika an octapus
Making a great fuss.

Under the sea
There are things we do not see,
Like a fish’ wish,
What does the fish wish?

Under the sea
There are things we do not see or hear,
But maybe if we were very near,
We could see and hear them very clear.

Celeste Stephens

Bethan and Celeste’s work has been included in
“Best of Friends” 
- An anthology of children’s work to celebrate
The National Year of Reading, 
published by Pembrokeshire County Council