Poetry Box review and some popUPpoem challenges: David Hill’s Three Scoops

Three Scoops, David Hill, One Tree House, 2021

David Hill is a writing whizz and has penned some of my all-time favourite Aotearoa fiction for children. His new book Three Scoops is genius. He has written three long SHORT stories. One is historical, one is fantasy and one is science fiction. I gobbled them all up at the weekend.

One Tree House page

A history story (‘Coming Home’): Harry and his horse Blaze are inseparable. He and Blaze are heading to South Africa in 1890 by ship to fight in the Boer war. Harry thinks it is a great adventure and has no idea about the harsh realities of war. Blaze has no idea what is going on and runs away before boarding the ship. The two stories interweave. Lost and confused, Blaze is trying to find his way home. Harry is discovering war has much graver consequences than those of an adventure. He misses and is worried about Blaze. He misses home. Men and horses go hungry, get wounded, die. On both sides. So many complicated questions simmer as I read.

A fantasy story (‘I wish’): Trent and his mum move to a new town which means a new school and new friends. Only problem is Trent finds life boring and thinks he is boring. Until he finds a mysterious box of books in the lounge. Open one of the books changes everything. What I love about this story, is the way it is real life gritty while also letting a bit magic in. Stories can have so many layers whatever the genre. Read this one and you will find David’s characteristic wit, humour and wisdom as well as the bounding imagination. What sells it for me, is the way the story digs into things that shape and challenge us. How sometimes you feel awkward and not good enough. How sometimes you have to choose between helping yourself out and helping someone else out.

A science fiction story (‘Strange Meeting’): David reminds us of how the world was 70 million years ago, and what happened when an asteroid hit Earth and wiped the dinosaurs out. Cut to a time in the future. Sophie’s parents work at the Mahoe Launch Site where a rocket/satellite is about to take off. Sophie is about to give a talk to her classmates when Pita interrupts because he is worried something bad is about to happen. His wise Koro communicates with a power and understands the preciousness of the land. The story navigates science, and what-ifs, and how our relationships with other people and with the land (Earth!) are so very important. Is the space work good for Earth or will it place it in danger? The story is tense, yet is layered beyond a fast moving plot. Again questions simmer as you read.

Three deliciously complex stories that are compulsive reading because you can’t wait to find out what happens – but also deliver vital questions for you to ponder over. AND that get you thinking about what it means to be a human being on planet Earth. Wonderful!

David Hill lives in Taranaki, and has been writing fiction and nonfiction full time for 40 years. His novels and stories have won numerous awards, and have been published in around 15 countries and nearly as many languages.

The popUPpoem challenges

A history poem: Find a person in the past and use them as a starting point for your poem. You could use someone you know (an older relation) or someone you don’t know from the past. Before you start your poem write down a few questions you would ask them if you could, or will ask them if you can. See if you can find out some fascinating things about them.

A fantasy poem: Take a box of books as your starting point and let your imagination go flying. Is there a question your poem explores? Without saying the question out loud. Over to you: this is also a chance simply to enjoy a dose of fantasy (imagination) as you write.

A science fiction: Set your poem in the future where the world is a little bit different than it is now. What is good and bad about how it is different?

Deadline: Friday October 1st

Send to: paulajoygreen@gmail.com

INCLUDE: your name, age, year and name of school

Don’t forget to put Three Scoop poem in subject line so I don’t miss your email.

I will read all the poems the day after the deadline and will post some poems on OCT 5th. I will have a copy of Three Scoops to give away and maybe another book or two.

Poetry Box shares poems from the National Poetry Day challenges

CHECK OUT my September Poetry Challenge here (writing poems in lockdown)

National Poetry Day ended up being a little bit different because we were all in lockdown. I had suggested loads of exciting ideas for schools to do that didn’t quite work in lockdown! But what fun reading the poems you sent in.

I invited a bunch of my favourite Aotearoa children’s authors to read a poem and then we included poem challenges for each reading. You can hear them still!

I loved reading all the poems, and am so sorry, as always, that I can’t pick them all to post. I especially loved the way Daniel (Hadlow School) and Jerry (Churchill Park School) tried masses of the challenges. Daniel tried one from each reading! I love the way Daniel and Jerry’s poems are full of energy, imagination, humour, shifting moods, and terrific word choices. Once I get out of lockdown I will send them each a book. I will also send a book to Eabha (Russley School) and to Lachlan (St Dominic’s Catholic School).

Do try my September challenge above – but this week I aim to have at least one POP-UP poem challenge for you to try with give-away books.

The poems

Untitled | Object Poem

Hard backed, and thick spined
Stories hidden beneath the surface
A world created by one, and shared with many
Tale of joy and strife
Layers of crisp white paper hold knowledge
beyond my years
I open up the book and
run my index finger across the page,
taking in every word
I’m ready to begin my adventure.

Eabha D, Year 8, Russley School

Indomitable

A boiling oven
bakes our planets
Dominant in the solar system,
burns anything that comes near
Reluctant to relinquish its power
keeps our planet alive
Proudly holds its title
centre of the solar system

Ruby K, Y8, Russley School

Moon Cycle

luminous orb                                                                    
balancing
in an inky sky
clusters of stars
hang around you
specks of light add to your glow
mesmerising, perfect
delicate as a Christmas bauble
yet strong
you sleep
I arise
an endless cycle

Ruby J, Y8, Russley School

The Rocket’s Smoke

Lachlan W, age 9 , Y5, St Dominics Catholic Primary School

I can feel


I can feel happy and I can feel sad
I can feel proud and I can feel glad
I can feel distraught
I can feel overwrought
I can feel lonely and I can feel mad

Olivia C, age 10, Y6, Saint Dominic’s Catholic Primary School

IMAGINATION

Imagine…Your dreams,
Inside your head.
A fire-breathing dragon,
Your bed as a ship in the sea.
The night,
In your bed,
Asleep,
Is when this imagination comes alive.
Imagine…
You, as a daring and brave knight,
Everyone loves.
You, on a swing,
Swinging from the moon.
This imagination,
Happens deep, inside your head.
Those memories that your dreams have,
Living deep,
Inside your heart.
Even in heaven,
That imagination,
Lives on,
Forever.

Logan R, Year 4, Russley School

Tigress

Leilah W, age 10 ,Year 5, St Dominic’s Catholic Primary

Twilight

A twirling of colours, 

Dancing before me, as I gaze into the horizon 

From the deepest blues to the brightest orange 

Evanescing… 

Gently fading,

Like ink in water 

Soon all the colours are gone.

Darkness remains…

Little stars begin to twinkle 

The dark ocean shimmering in starlight 

Slowly a silvery glow fills the night sky

As an enormous ball radiating light 

Rises into the night

Lighting up the sky 

Like a giant firefly…  

Transfixed by this wondrous sight 

My heartbeat slows, 

My eyelids grow heavy,

I slowly drift off to sleep. 

Under the light of the Moon.

Jake J, age 10, Y6, St Dominics Catholic Primary School

Three poems from Jerry:

What I do

I ka-zoom around,
I ka-boing up and down,
I ka-zing here and there,
I ka-jinx a bear,
I ka-pow like superman,
I ka-boom like popcorn in a pan!
Cos that’s what I do.

Window

Open the window,
If you want to see the fairies and knights,
Open the window,
If you want to see pigs fly,
Open the window,
If you want to see raining cats and dogs,
Close the window if you want peace and quiet.

Moon

On those dark, dark nights,
You take a hand,
And lead the way,
Without you, 
The world wouldn’t be the same.

Jerry, age 12, Y8, Churchill Park School

Daniel L also tried a bunch of challenges:

Vasanti Unka

My Favourite Pen

This magic of science
So sleek and light
Hard yet comfortable
And comforting
An aid in sharing
And showing caring
A tool for working
And passing time
A bridge for thinking
Without it
My hand is lost

Gareth Ward

Through the Gate

I peek through
The old wooden gate
Paint chipped off
Held together by lichen
Surely hiding a history

Through the broken slats
I see an overgrown past
Thorny blackberry
Hiding happy lambs
Chasing children

My eyes search further
Over fields of buttercups
Cows with bells graze
Women walk with pails
Men with metal forks

I slide back
The gate leans awkwardly
In a concrete wilderness
Perfectly placed
Out of place

(my sister helped with this one)

Philippa Werry

Dealings with Feelings

If you feel down
Think like a clown

If you feel cross
Think like a boss

If you feel mad
Think like Sir Galahad

If you feel tired
Think like you’re wired

If you feel confused
Just think what you choose

Donovan Bixley

A food-focused feline

Frantic for the fridge
A dramatic dad
Menaced by a miniscule mouse


A paper plane pursuit
Reaches for the rodent
A panicked puss
Mistaken for a mouse murderer


Trapped together
Cat conspires with cunning
A furry free ride
A mouse’s mercy mission


Running through the house
leaping out the catflap
Rolling on the grass
Scampering to the bush

Licking lying lips
Strutting success
Dad delighted
Tabby treated to tasty tidbits

(Note- this was a poetry rewrite of a story I wrote)

Melinda Szymanik

Sun hides behind hills
Nature’s game of hide and seek
Moon searching the night

Tania Roxborogh

if you     wear
your tee shirt every single day
eventually it will be covered in
greasy food stains
green grass marks
whitey toothpaste
furry cat hair fuzz
blobs of paintness
anything that’s fun

Elena de Roo

(I didn’t really know how to do this challenge “unwrap it like a present” )

In Finnish Lapland

If you peek out of the warm bed
You’ll see a window
If you peek through the window
You’ll see pine trees
If you peek beyond the trees
You’ll see snow
If you peek around the snow
You’ll see reindeer
If you peek amongst the reindeer
You’ll see Santa
But don’t let Santa catch you peeking!

Bill Nagelkerke

The View From Where I Sit

Today from my window I can see
Fluffy clouds dancing in a green lake
A row of tall aliens doing the hula dance
A winged shadow surfing on invisible waves
Bright green ovals skittering off as if they are late
A rising golden orb wrestling with bullies in the sky
While bright yellow smiles wave a greeting from below

Daniel L, Age 12, Year 8, Hadlow School

Poetry Box shares poems from the quiet POP-UP challenge

FIND September poem challenge here

Hare and Ruru: A Quiet Moment, Laura Shallcrass, Beatnik Publishing, 2020

I so loved reading Laura Shallcrass’ picture book, Hare and Ruru: A Quiet Moment, I invited you to write some quiet poems. If I haven’t replied please let me know as I am getting loads of emails. I am going to send a surprise book to Mia when Tāmaki Makurau moves out of lockdown.

Thanks for sending me all the quiet poems. I loved reading them and discovering the way silence is so often brimming with noise we don’t at first hear.

Image by Ava, Y8, Russley School

Here are some favourites

In My Head

In my head,
I can say things that shouldn’t be said.
It’s as quiet as can be.
I can hear whatever sounds I want.
Even the stormy sea.
It’s the quiet in my head,
that makes me go to sleep.
It drowns out all the other sounds.
In my head I can build towns.
I can make up my own stories,
and characters.
All in the quiet of my head.

Mia C, Age 11, Y 7, Palmerston North Intermediate Normal School

An Ode to Silence

The wind has slowed,
The cows are quiet,
The sound of heavy trucks has long since passed.
Tales have been told of you since long ago,
But never before has one been true.
They say you are dangerous,
The bringer of the end,
But maybe they have never seen,
The truth behind the myths.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Is what they always say,
But maybe it’s the ear that has so much today.
You are the absence of sound,
The bane of all noise,
You are silence,
A powerful thing,
But fragile just the same.

Alex S, Age 13, Y 8, Palmerston North Intermediate Normal School

Forest At Twilight

The wise owl hoots as the wind whistles
through the dying leaves.
The pitter patter of field mice
running through a tall green maze.
Wings of moths flutter gently in the forest.
Twigs underneath my feet crackle
as I tiptoe around the tree roots.
A distant stream’s water crashes
against the river beds lulling the tired critters to sleep.
Pebbles crunch beneath me.
The tapping hooves of an approaching creature
frighten me.
I run from the forest,
my shoes scraping against the dirt path.

Eabha D, Year 8, Russley School

Home

remnants of sun
cast shadows on my face
like torchlight at midnight
emerald grass
sways slightly in the cool breeze

blackbirds chirp joyfully in the treetops
“follow me!” a child shouts playfully
gravel crunches
under my feet every step I take

like potato chips
bubblegum pink
bumblebee yellow
crimson red, and tangerine 
are smeared across the sky

smile plastered on my face
I become a silhouette
in the distance

Ava M, Year 8, Age 13, Russley School

Poetry Box interviews Laura Shallcrass (Hare and Ruru: A Quiet Moment) plus a POP-UP POEM challenge for you

Laura Shallcrass by Laura Shallcrass

Laura Shallcrass’s Hare and Ruru: A Quiet Place is an extraordinary book. It is the perfect book to read when you feel like everything seems too much and all you want is a bit of quiet in our topsy turvey world. Hare struggles to find a quiet place so goes searching. Everything seems to make a noise. Ruru comes up with Quiet solution. Genius. I just adore this story.

The writing is a honey current. The illustrations are even sweeter.

Laura kindly answered some questions because I got curious about quiet things – and I have popped a poem challenge at the bottom of the interview. When we get out of L4 lockdown in Auckland I will have a poetry book to give away. This is not a competition, I just like giving books away, and sharing the poetry love.

Hare and Ruru: A Quiet Moment, Laura Shallcrass, Beatnik Publishing, 2020

The interview

Paula: Do you like quiet corners? Do you have one?

Laura: Quiet corners are rare in our house so mine tend to be outside. My favourite is not so much a place but a time. I love 5 o’clock. It’s time to feed the animals and it’s usually a beautiful peaceful time.

Paula: How do you feel in your quiet place?

Laura: I feel relaxed, fulfilled and calm.

Paula: Where do you write and draw? Do you like it to be quiet?

Laura: I write and draw in a small studio off our garage. But I don’t need quiet for these things. When I’m writing I like to listen to music and when I’m drawing it’s usually an audiobook or a podcast.

Paula: If you shut your eyes now, what can you hear?

Laura: I can hear birds, one of my sons looking for food or craft supplies, horses munching and plodding out in the paddock and the pitter patter or our whippet checking up on everyone.

Paula: What inspired you to write this story about an animal (Hare) hunting for some quiet?

Laura: I wanted to write a story about mental health and a few key things which have helped me in my struggles with anxiety in a way which wasn’t too confrontational and could be easily understood by young people.

Paula: Has anyone ever said something wise to you (like Ruru does to Hare) that has really stuck?

Laura: I’ve read lots of wise words but can’t think of any spoken ones off hand.

Paula: The world is full of sound. What sounds do you like to listen to? That make you feel good.

Laura: I love the sound of our kids playing happily, of the horses munching and blowing, pretty much everything I’m listening to now!

Paula: What do you do when the world gets TOO loud?

Laura: I like to go for a ride. Horses force you to be completely present and forget anything else. I find it a bit like meditating, when I get off I’m completely refreshed.

Paula: I love the illustrations. How did you make these?

Laura: I like to draw with pencil and paper first, it helps me get the composition and proportions right. Then I scan it in, trace the line drawing and add the colour.

The POP-UP challenge

Try writing a poem that is QUIET.

Try writing a poem about your favourite QUIET place.

Shut your eyes and listen to the sounds you can hear. Turn those sounds into a poem.

Write a poem that showcases all the sounds you hear on a walk. Or in your kitchen. Or your garden.

Write a poem about the quietest QUIET you have ever experienced. Even the quietest places I know have sounds!

Gather up QUIET words – use them to make a quiet poem word pattern.

Write a poem that tells a story about a quest for QUIET.

Where do you like to hang out when you want to be QUIET? Make a poem.

You can send an illustration too if you want.

Use your imagination and come up with your own QUIET idea for a poem.

Deadline: Monday 13th September

Send to: paulajoygreen@gmail.com

Include: name, age, year, name of school or homeschooled

Don’t forget to put QUIET Poem in subject line so I don’t miss it

I will post some favourite poems on 15th September. I will have books to give away! I will read all the poems at the deadline. I can’t post PDFs!

Laura Shallcrass is an artist and author who lives near Queenstown with her husband, two boys and an ever-growing zoo of furry friends. So far these include three horses: Giddy, who is enormous but kind, Taffy the pony, and Cash, who is overexcited and likes to party, Kota, the Labrador, and Frida, the whippet. Laura’s first book, Hare & Ruru, won the Russell Clark Award for Best Illustrated Book at the 2021 New Zealand Book Awards for Children and Young Adults.

Beatnik Publishing page

Laura Shallcrass website

Poetry Box September challenge: writing poems in lockdown

Last year when we were in Level 3 and 4 lockdown, I wrote a lockdown poem every week for the Herald. I look back on my notebook of poems and it is a fascinating record of that time.

Here we are back in lockdown, and for those of us in Tamaki Makaurau, it is going to be longer than for the rest of Aotearoa. I am okay with this. I am okay with keeping safe. I feel lucky that writing is my happy place.

This month I challenge you to write lockdown poems. The poems don’t need to be about lockdown, but they will be written while we are all at different alert levels, and life isn’t exactly normal. They will be a record of where your mind and heart (and maybe even legs!) were travelling.

Some ideas

Let your imagination take you travelling to somewhere else. Write a poem about the journey or the destination. Use your senses to bring the place alive – or write about the journey!

Write a poem to share your lockdown experience. What changes for you? What do you love? What do you miss? What are you doing?

So many of us are out walking in our neighbourhoods in lockdown. Take your poetry eyes and ears as you go walking. What do you see and hear that you might usually miss. Collect words and phrases as you walk. Collect nouns and words. Now play with your discoveries and create a poem.

Our eyes and ears get used to what we see and hear everyday. Listen and look at where you live. Hunt for things you miss or usually don’t pay attention to. Write a home poem. Play with how you set your poem out. How many words will you put on the line?

Sometimes we cook things more in lockdown – especially things we don’t usually cook. Write a lockdown food poem. Hunt for smells and tastes, colours and textures. Have you cooked anything? Maybe you could write a poem recipe, or a recipe poem?

Do you have a pet? How is lockdown for your pet? Does your dog love going for walks. Watch your pet for awhile. Use your powers of observation. Add some surprising things about your pet.

Imaginations are good in lockdown. Try inventing an animal or a vegetable or another planet or a mode of transport or ice cream flavour or a house to live in. You could write a poem AND do an illustration.

Sometimes I just like playing with with words. Pick a subject (a colour, the moon, stars, an animal, the sea, grass, clouds, the road, trees, a bird, music, … you choose!). Make a list of words that pop into your head when you think of that topic. Now play with words to make a poem word pattern, repeating words can be fun. Listen to your poem. Look at your poem.

Poem tips

You can do what pleases you when you write a poem!

Only use my tips if they help.

Try new things (ways of writing, topics, sounds, similes, moods, length of lines …)

Listen to your poem.

Read it out loud to someone.

Are there any words that don’t sound right?

Keep your poem for a few days before sending to me.

Give your poem a title.

Try three different endings then pick your favourite.

Do the same with the first line.

Try setting your poem out in a different way.

Try adding a surprise somewhere.

You can include an illustration of your own.

Deadline: 28th September

Send to: paulajoygreen@gmail.com

Include: name, age, year, name of school or homeschooled

Don’t forget to put LOCKDOWN Poem in subject line so I don’t miss it

I will post some favourite poems on 30th September. I will have books to give away! I will read all the poems at the end of the month. I can’t post PDFs!

Poetry Box August challenge: some favourite sky poems

Sky poems have arrived from all the country.

Thank you for a galaxy of sky poems. I have received hundreds and I have loved reading them all. As you can imagine it was very hard picking just a few to post here. Remember this is not a competition – my blog is all about the love of writing.

i tried to pick a range of approaches (lots of poets used the sky as artist simile!).

I love it when children use their own words and ideas to explore the challenges I set them. Poems can be very very simple and offer such glorious delight. Poems can also be rich like a fabulous feast.

I have picked Yoshi (Helensville Primary School), Nethuki (Invercargill Primary School) and Marlon and Angelo (Pukete School) to send a copy of my book Groovy Fish and other poems. When Auckland is out of lockdown!

Let me know if I missed your email.

There are loads of poem challenges hiding in my National Poetry Day post under each children’s author video. Deadline September 10th.

September poem challenge goes up: September 1st

The poems

The Sky Above

Under a mauve sky
The world is stirring

Under a lilac sky
The world is wrapped in a morning hug

Under an azure sky
The world is focusing

Under a tangerine sky
The world is relaxing

Under a crimson sky
The world receives a goodnight kiss

Under an inky sky
The world sleeps

Daniel Age 12, Year 8, Hadlow School

Clouds

 A blue and white roof that covers the whole world. 
Swirled white foam in millions of shapes and sizes.
They rise up and up and it’s so high it feels like it’s low.
And when they’re drifting across the sky, they’re slow,
Like silent snow
falling
in
the
air. 

Jake H. age 10, Westmere School

Spring Sky

Cloudy
Grey
Full of birds,
Scattered rain
Full of chirps.
Cool air, still wind
Scattered hums, tiny chill.

Yoshi A, Age 10, Year 5, Helensville Primary School

Periwinkle sky

Periwinkle sky,
Skidding sheet-white clouds,
A gentle breeze. 
Aquafied colour,
A glorious day,
Breathes a sigh on the window-pane.

Juliet Y, Year 6, Halswell School

Sky Sheep


Red clouds 
wandering through the hazy evening sky 
like sheep being herded.

Marlon R, 9 yrs, Yr5, Pukete School

Maisie M, age 7, Y3, Mairangi Bay School

A Beautiful Sky

The clouds puff like smoke in the sky,
The bright and yellow sun fades away,
Pink and yellow patterns everywhere on the sky,
The beautiful white moon says ‘hello’,
Yellow, bright stars start to twinkle,
The fireflies start to sparkle and fly around the dark night,
I can’t take my eyes away from the sky.


Nethuki, age 9, Y5, Invercargill Middle School

Sky poem 

In the sky I fly,
Around the clouds 
Through the cloud I fly,
I do twists and turns and show, I don’t 
Regret being an eagle, funny smart and loud,
I am an eagle proud, strong and fast.

Phoebe, age 11, Ilam School

A Dream


I look up
into the light
fluffy clouds
imagining what’s beyond them.
I drift off.
I imagine me flying
through the sky.
I pick up a cloud
and take a bite
before I wake upon the grassy hill.

Madison C, Age: 9, Y5, Ilam School

Sky

Lightning and thunder,
marking the sky,
Birds tousled in flight 
Gusty wind howls and shrieks,
Mean, gloomy, black, staring down at me,
Torrents of rain, hurtling down, 
This storm is NOT Clowning around!


Amelia and Juliet, 11 and 10 years old, at Halswell School, Christchurch

A Miserable Day in Christchurch

Candy floss clouds zoom through the sky
disguising the sun
making Earth colder and colder.


Ducks and seagulls find their way
back to their nest to warm up.
Planes are landing and the baby blue sky
starts to go away.


Christchurch is getting darker and darker
and everyone starts to rush inside.
I hear a rumbling in the distance.
The thunder gets louder as the storm comes closer.
Streaks of lightning flash through the sky.

Farron R, Year 4, Russley School

How to List the Skies

Cold winter skies, covered in a quilt of clouds.
Warm summer skies, deep azure with a lone white cloud.
Giant night skies, dark and full of dreams.
Beautiful early morning skies, a red and orange artwork.
Sunset evening skies, dark blue and covered in colour from the brush of an artist.
Tangy hazed skies, the sign of a flame burning.
Snowy, crisp skies, celebrations of snow and ice.
Old black and white skies, a wrong that can never be fixed.
Forever amazing, kiwi skies, the sign of a beauty that can never be scarred.

Amy G, age 11, Selwyn House School

Clouds

Henry T, 7 years old, Year 3, Thorndon School

Sky Poem

Sky is a sea of bright blue.
Sky is a moving piece of artwork.
Sky is a protective guardian suspended over the globe.
Sky is cool.
Sky is fresh.
Sky is sublime.

Jonathan , age 11, Year 7, Mt Roskill Intermediate

Sky

White, fluffy clouds bobbing in the bright blue sky, 
a black and white fantail flies in the bright light.


I spotted a pink, and orange butterfly gliding by
and a long, skinny, blue Damsel dragonfly with two clear wings.
It flies like a stripy painted paper plane,
floating in front of my eyes.


I went back inside quickly and got a net,
because I wanted to catch any of them as a pet.
Mum came and I explained why,
But she said they are all wild,and we should let them enjoy the sky!

Patricia C, Age: 6, Year: 3, Russley School

A decorated morning

Pink, orange and yellow
splatters across the blazing sky.
The silvery clouds
fade into beautiful snowy mountains.
Sheep awake and look
skywards through their sleeping eyes.
The lights turn on
in the milking shed.
The sky turns yellow 
With bits of blue dotted across.
A little boy sits on the crescent moon
And fishes for the sun.

Georgia, age 10, Selwyn House School

The Sky

I look up at the sky,
And I sigh,
The fluffy white cotton candy stared back down at me,
Amongst the mist, I glimpse part of the blue sky,
A blue so pure that makes me happy to be free,
Grey, navy, blue, purple, pink, red, orange and yellow, the colours of the sky.

The birds stopped singing hours ago,
And the darkness nudged me awake,
I open my eyes to see thousands of faces smile back down at me,
The moon, a friendly face, leads me back home,
I look up once again,
Goodnight my friend,
I’ll see you soon.

The sky, a home for many,
The sky, my best friend.

Jerry, Age: 12, Year 8, Churchill Park School

Sunset 

         
                                                                             
                      
                                                           A                                                 
                                                      sunset    
                                                  is a sleepy
                                                sky with paint
                                             thrown across it.
 

Angelo R, 7 yrs, Yr 3, Pukete School

Some Days

With fluffy puffs of white
Some days are stormy
with glinting lightning
and claps of thunder.
Some days bright
with rays of  golden sunshine. 
Some days are wet
with glistening dewdrops.
Some days have colourful arches
of multicoloured ribbons reaching 
overhead.

When sunset arrives 
Sapphire blue turns into streaks of ruby red.
With bright pink and dark purple
And light orange.


When night dawns
Owls come out to play.
The dark blue skies
are dotted with silver stars.

Sophia L Age 8 Westmere School

Sunset

The cotton candy sunset is a memory I could never forget.
The sky outside is plain blue.
I wish it could be a whirlpool of mixed colours.
It would be so nice if it were a striped pattern in the sky,
as right now it is just a splodge of blue.
The sky is a piece of art but
The sky is also the artist itself!
The sky is a treasure we can never lose!
So always treasure the sky!

Acsayah, 11 years old, Yr 6, Epsom Normal Primary School

The sun in the sky

Ava R, 8 years old, Year 4, Thorndon School

Sky poem

                               Seeing the sky is very beautiful   

                                The clouds are like candy floss

                                          A warm blue sky

                                 Seeing  avalanches  of clouds

                               Falling over the mountain ranges

                                      I wake up from a dream

Liam aged 9 – Year 5, St Patrick’s School

Sky

They talk of heritage
Of the winds that call your name 
The family tree that can’t be tame
And yet I’ve heard it’s a lie
They told me all kites can fly
That we all belong in the sky
And yet I fall when I try
They told me heritage is a lie
That where we came from doesn’t matter
It’s the future that should make us cry
So why can’t I fly?
Why can’t I soar?
They tell me heritage is out the door
But somehow it’s where I belong
Where has it gone?
Because not all kites can fly
Even if we try
Some days the only one who will accept us
Is the sky…

Gracie M, 11, year 7, Bethlehem College

(Note from Gracie: I’m a New Zealand Citizen, I went to a New Zealand school, I speak English and yet it’s not my culture, my heritage. It can be hard when it feels like I don’t have any place to belong. I love New Zealand but sometimes the sky is the only place that truly accepts you.)

Question Poem

What am I?
Fiery red,
Gloomy blue,
Happy yellow,
With different moods.
I’ve got a variety of clouds,
Shapes, colours, and movements 
All year round
They can be square or round 
Or even upside down.
Pink, yellow, orange, and red
In sunsets and sunrises 
When we’re in bed.
Have you figured me out?
I help make plants sprout?
I’m the Sky
Taking control over the weather,
I colour myself making pictures 
With Dye

Sophie W, Year 6, age 11, St Cuthbert’s College

Haiku


The sky of wonders
Infinite array of clouds
Blue, green, hope not grey.

Edward A, age 10, Grey Lynn School

The sky is beautiful 

The sky is beautiful
Some days, the sky is cloudless and vibrant
While on others it is pink and shy

The sky can be many different colours
A dull an lifeless grey
A gorgeous and warm golden
Or a calm rosy pink

The sky is like a museum 
Home to many pieces of art
You might see a horse 
Galloping through the sky
Or maybe a little lamb 
Rolling happily around

You could dream about the sky all day
Because the sky is beautiful

Micayla L, Aged 10, Year 6, St Cuthbert’s College

Georgia A, 2 years old, Year 8, Twyford School

The sky has feelings

Rain like tears
Dripping from a big blue eye
It growls like a bear
An irritated sky
Whipping wind
An aggravated swarm
The furious sky screams
A howling storm
Thunder, a growing growl
Lightning, electrified volt
The sky is afraid
A needle-sharp bolt
The sky is lazy
Puffy clouds drifting by
As birds glide
Not bothered to fly
Perfect for a walk on the beach
Before the day is dawning
The sky is happiness
On a summery Saturday morning
So soft and tender you can’t hear it
Freshly falling snow
Beautiful sunset is awe
Washing everything in golden glow
Silhouetted by darkness
But still winking, ever so bright
All of those emotions together
Make the stars in inky black night
Though the sky is not a person
It can still feel emotions
Boiling fluid in a container
Softly lap like the ocean

Samantha M, age 12, Year 8, Kenakena School

The Sky

Blue and grey at different times 
Crystal blue by day and stormy grey by night
What is beyond?
The universe, the universe with stars and planets 
But from where I stand it is just blue beautiful blue 
Blue as the bluebird, blue as a smurf
Oh no, it is as blue as the sky when it looks nice for you. 

Stella, Class 7, age 13, Taikura Rudolf Steiner School

The Sky


The sky is beautiful. 
It’s a cloudless day,
warmth is spreading, 
and the sun is the color of hay.
It’s a rainy day,
I’m stuck inside,
avoiding the tide
of rain.
Dawn and dusk are two separate things,
but in their own way the same.
Same colors,red, orange, yellow, pink.
All painted across the sky,
like splatters of paint,on an easel.


Mia C, Age 11, Y 7, Palmerston North Intermediate Normal School

Amadeia D, 10 years, Kaurilands Primary School

Hammock view

Blue patches
between black branches

Silhouette
of little leaves

Birds sing
harmoniously around me

Sun beaming
through a crooked web of mānuka

My eyes close
and I dream

of blue patches
between black branches.

Sylvie W, age 7, Ravensbourne School 

Clouds

Clouds
drifting
over 
my
head

My ears adjusting 
to the sound
of the birds

The wind blowing
through my hair

Leo, age 5, Ravensbourne School

Haiku

The sky of wonders

Infinite array of clouds

Blue, green, hope not grey.

Edward A, age 10, Grey Lynn School

Poetry Box NATIONAL POETRY DAY celebration: 8 NZ children’s authors read a poem for you – plus poetry challenges – plus book giveaways – IDEAS for SCHOOLS and for LOCKDOWN TIME

National Poetry Day is on Friday August 27th. To celebrate I invited 8 of my favourite children’s authors to read a poem they love. I have put some poetry challenges under each reading for you to try. I am fairly sure National Poetry Day events will be reinvented online so I am sharing this poetry festival now.

Perfect for National Poetry Day but even more perfect for lockdown. Writing and reading poems is my happy place! Have a go!

I am currently in a state of drift and daze so do let me know if I have made mistakes – I am always grateful not offended.

🌻 A big bouquet of warm thanks and salty west-coast air and mānuka scent and blue skies to the eight authors who did such glorious mahi out of poetry love and the poets who gave permission. Thank you!

Listen to the authors read a poem

Try some of my poem challenges

Deadline: 10th September

Send to: paulajoygreen@gmail.com

Include: name, age, year, name of school or homeschooled

Don’t forget to put National Poetry Day Poem in subject line so I don’t miss it

I will post some favourite poems on 17th September. I will have loads of books to give away! I will read all the poems and email you back by this date.

IF YOU MAKE a video – I need parental permission to post it if I pick it.

TOP TIP: Leave your poem for a day and then read it out loud. Listen again before you send it to me.

Happy National Poetry Day!

Keep safe, be kind, share the joy in poetry.

The Poets reading Poems

Vasanti Unka

Vasanti Unka reads ‘When the Lid Slides back’ by Bill Manhire

Poem challenges

Choose a favourite object and write a poem about it.

Pick five favourite words in Bill’s poem and use them in a poem of your own.

Bill loved using his coloured pencils. What do you love doing? Write a poem, long or short, about a favourite thing to do. You might start with an object or you might collect verbs to get you started.

You could turn any of these ideas into a picture/shape/concrete poem. You could make an audio or video of yourself reading your poem or even making your poem!! (need parental permission to send me)

Poem source: Bill Manhire is one of my favourite NZ poets and I especially love this poem. I picked it for A Treasury of NZ Poetry for Children (Penguin Random House). It is in Bill’s collection The Victims of Lightning (Victoria University Press).

Vasanti Unka is a picture book creator who writes, illustrates and designs books for ages, 4 – 108 year olds. Over the years, her work has won a range of awards. Her latest book, I Am the Universe won the Booksellers best kids book for 2021. She was born in Pukekohe and presently works out of her sunroom in Auckland. Vasanti’s blogspot. Penguin author page

Bill Manhire’s most recent poetry book Wow (VUP) was longlisted for the NZ Book Awards 2020. He was New Zealand’s inaugural poet laureate, and founded and for many years taught at the International Institute of Modern Letters at Victoria University of Wellington. Many New Zealand poets have been through this highly acclaimed writing propgramme. In 2005 he was appointed a Companion of the New Zealand Order of Merit and in in the same year was named an Arts Foundation of New Zealand Laureate. He has edited major poetry anthologies. You can listen to some of his poems here.

Gareth Ward

Gareth Ward reads ‘The Door’ by Daniel Stokes (written aged 10)

Poetry Challenges

Choose a portal, maybe a door or window, and build a poem around it. Your poem might be IMAGINARY or REALISTIC.

You could do a list poem. A window is … OR A door is … OR A gate is …

Or you could write a poem that uses a portal to tell a story. Think of the scene, the mood, fascinating things that might be on the other side.

Poem source: Toitoi 21. This is a wonderful journal of writing and artwork by children. You can find details about it here.

Gareth Ward, a.k.a. The Great Wardini, is a magician, hypnotist, storyteller, bookseller and author. He has worked as a Royal Marine Commando, Police Officer, Evil Magician and Zombie. He basically likes jobs where you get to wear really cool hats. He currently resides in Hawke’s Bay, New Zealand where he runs two independent bookshops, Wardini Books and Wardini Books Napier with his wife Louise. He has a goldfish called Luna, a dog called Tonks and is certain his letter from Hogwarts has been lost in the post.

His first novel, The Traitor and the Thief, a rip-roaring young adult Steampunk adventure, won the 2016 Storylines Tessa Duder Award, the 2018 Sir Julius Vogel Award for Best Youth Novel, a 2018 Storylines Notable Book Award and was a finalist in two categories at The New Zealand Book Awards for Children and Young Adults. His second novel, The Clockill and the Thief was released in August 2019 and won a Sir Julius Vogel award for best youth novel. Brasswitch and Bot is Gareth’s third novel and the first in the Rise of the Remarkables series. It is set in the city of York, where Gareth went to University.

My name is Daniel, I was born in Hamilton and still live here. I am 11 years old, turning 12 in December. I live with my sister (Abby), my mum (Kate) and my dad (David). My many hobbies include Irish dancing, reading, and trumpet, which have all become very important to me. I am working towards Grade 5 for practical trumpet and music theory.  I have also developed an interest in waterpolo earlier this year. I am very passionate about that and look forward to the next season. 


The first writing I enjoyed was poetry, which my many teachers at my old school, Hukanui School, made me do all the time. That then brought me into the world of writing. In the last few years I went from disliking writing quite strongly to enjoying it very much. The problem that I had always had with writing was not the actual ideas and content, it was the physical writing and having a link between what I was thinking (which goes 100 miles an hour) to what I was writing (which was much, much slower). Poetry allowed me to think less about grammatical structure and the amount of words and more about how I could bend words to my advantage, by investigating how groups of words sound together to paint a picture.

Philippa Werry

Phillipa Werry reads ‘If you feel blue get on your skidoo’ by Margaret Mahy

Poetry Challenges courtesy of Phillipa:

Write a poem about another mode of transport that plays on its name, as Margaret does with skidoo.  You could pick submarine, double-decker bus, helicopter, train, bicycle, balloon, snowboard, lorry … or something other fascinating means of travelling. 

Write a list poem that starts If you feel ….. (some emotion). You could feel happy, sad, scared, lonely lost, cross, shy, bored … you pick!

Write a poem with some made-up words in it. 

Your poem might tell a story or just have fun with WORDS!

Let your imagine go flying!

Poem source: This fabulous poem is in Margaret’s fabulous poetry collection The Word Witch, edited by Tessa Duder, illustrations by David Elliot (HarperCollins)

Philippa Werry writes fiction, non-fiction, plays and poetry for children and young adults. She has a particular interest in history which has led to titles such as Anzac Day, Best Mates (illustrated by Bob Kerr), Waitangi Day, The New Zealand Wars, The Telegram and This is Where I Stand (illustrated by Kieran Rynhart). She has also been to Antarctica!

Margaret Mahy (1936 – 2012) is one of New Zealand’s most beloved authors. She wrote over two hundred titles from dazzling picture books for the very young to award-winning novels for teenagers. She wrote poems, novels, non-fiction, picture books and countless school readers. Margaret was awarded the Hans Christian Anderson Medal which is an enormous, international honour.

Donovan Bixley

Donovan Bixley reads ‘The Circus’ by Joy Cowley

Poetry Challenges

Donovan says he loves funny poems and poems with an AH HA! moment in the middle. I do too!

Try writing a poem that is funny. It might be a funny character, a funny event, a funny place, funny food, funny jokes.

Write a poem about something funny that has happened to you.

Write a poem that has a surprise or a twist in the middle or at the end.

Poem source: Elephant Rhymes, Joy Cowley, illustrated by Brent Putzee (Scholastic) I am such a fan of Joy’s poems. Check our her Gobbledegook book (see her bio).

Donovan Bixley is one of New Zealand’s most acclaimed picture book creators with over 120 books published in 31 countries. His award-winning titles span high–brow to low–brow and every brow in between, from his illustrated biography Much Ado About Shakespeare, to the hilarious hijinks of pussycats in planes in Paris in his Flying Furballs seriesHe’s most well-known for his best-selling pre-school books such as The Wheels on the Bus and The Great Kiwi ABC Book, as well as his colourful and humorous retellings of of the legends of Māui. Among his many accolades Donovan was the recipient of the 2017 Mallinson Rendel Illustrators Laureate Award, which places Donovan’s body of work alongside some of New Zealand’s most celebrated artists. His books have been twice selected for the International Youth Library’s White Raven award which annually lists the top 200 children’s books in the world, and in 2021 he was named a Officer of the New Zealand Order of Merit, for his services to New Zealand children’s literature.Donovan grew up in Taupō and still lives beside the great lake. When not immersed in the world of picture books Donovan is involved in local theatre and plays saxophone in several bands.

Joy Cowley is one of New Zealand’s best-loved writers. Her awards include the Margaret Mahy Medal; the NZ Post Children’s Book Award 2006; the Roberta Long Medal, Alabama, USA; and the AW Reed Award for Contribution to New Zealand Literature. She is a Distinguished Companion of the New Zealand Order of Merit. Gecko Pres published the utterly magnificent gathering of Joy’s poems, with illustrations by Giselle Clarkson in The Gobbledegook Book: A Joy Cowley Anthology.

Melinda Szymanik

Melinda Szymanik reads ‘Sun Sonata’ by Elizabeth Pulford and ‘Waxing and Waning’ by Elena de Roo.

Poetry Challenges

Try writing a very small poem about the sun OR the moon that shows them in a new light.

Collect sun OR moon words and make poem patterns with them. Have word fun!

Write a very small poem with both the SUN and MOON in. Test out favourite lines and pick your favourites.

Poem sources: Elizabeth Pulford’s ‘Sun Sonata and Elena de Roo’s poems are both in A Treasury of NZ Poems for Children, edited by Paula Green (Penguin Random House).

Melinda Szymanik is an award-winning writer of stories and poetry for children and young adults. She was the 2014 University of Otago, College of Education, Creative New Zealand Children’s Writer in Residence, a judge for the 2016 NZCYA Book Awards and runs an online writing competition called Fabostory, for primary and intermediate age children with 9 other authors. Her most recent books are Moon and Sun (Upstart, 2021), My Elephant is Blue (Penguin, 2021) and Batkiwi (Scholastic, 2021).

Elena de Roo is a children’s poet and author who lives next to Cornwall Park in Auckland. As well as having a sweet tooth, she loves thinking up poems in her head while walking around the park. Her latest book, Rush! Rush! (illus. Jenny Cooper) One Tree House, is a story-poem inspired by a walk in Awhitu regional park. Elena also has several poems soon to appear in RoarSqueakPurr: A NZ Treasury of Animal Poems, (ed. Paula Green, illus. Jenny Cooper), Penguin Random House, due out in November. www.elenaderoo.com 

Elizabeth Pulford lives in a small village not far from the city of Dunedin, New Zealand, with one extra nice husband, and a gentle garden. She has two adult children and two grandchildren. She has published stories, poems and articles for both adults and children. Over sixty books for children, from early readers through to Young Adults; plus one adult’s novel. Many of her adult short stories have won competitions, while four of her children’s books, The Memory Tree (Scholastic NZ), Call of the Cruins (Scholastic NZ), Tussock (Walker Books Australia) and Finding Monkey Moon (Walker Books Australia & Candlewick USA) reached the finals of the New Zealand Children’s Book Awards.

Tania Roxborogh

Tania Roxborogh reads ‘My Sister’s Top’ by Ruth Sun (Year 7)

Poetry Challenge

Think of an everyday object that you can describe in a poem, and that says something about who you are and your place in the world.

Use someone’s favourite piece of clothing to write a poem about them.

Choose your own favourite piece of clothing and see where that takes you in a poem. You might get a story, a word pattern, a picture poem, a list poem.

Poem source: Ruth wrote this poem when she did writing workshops with Tania over six weeks in 2006.

Tania Roxborogh (Ngāti Porou) is a veteran educator and an award-winning writer of over thirty published works. Her latest children’s novel, Charlie Tangaroa and the creature from the sea, published by Huia Publishers September 2020, won the Esther Glen Award for Junior Fiction and Margaret Mahy Book of the Year in the New Zealand Book Awards for Children and Young Adults, 2021. Tania’s happy places are: her classroom, at home with her husband and her young border collie, enjoying pyjama days, and wherever she can snatch time to read – most often books recommended by her students.

From Ruth Sun: I was a massive reader all through my teenage years, at the time I really liked fantasy and always wanted to be the next Tamora Pierce or Terry Pratchett. I was at Columba College in Dunedin. I used to read and write constantly, although I didn’t actually like poetry much at the time. 

Unfortunately I don’t really do any writing anymore, although it’s something I always think about getting back into. Funnily enough I love reading poetry now, I still love Tamora Pierce and Terry Pratchett as well. I’m now a dentist based in Wellington/Porirua. I have a big collection of books but they’re all in storage at the moment. I’m sure mum still has that top somewhere!

Elena de Roo

Elena de Roo reads ‘Parcel’ by Bill Nagelkerke

Poetry Challenges

Think of a place you love and unwrap it in a poem! It might be your grandparents’ place, or aunt or uncle’s, or in another town or city, in the countryside, another country.

Hunt for detail that will make the place glow in your poem.

Poetry Source: The Night the Moon Fell Down and other poems, Bill Nagelkerke (Copy Press) – some terrific poems in this collection! PG

Elena de Roo is a children’s poet and author who lives next to Cornwall Park in Auckland. As well as having a sweet tooth, she loves thinking up poems in her head while walking around the park. Her latest book, Rush! Rush! (illus. Jenny Cooper) One Tree House, is a story-poem inspired by a walk in Awhitu regional park. Elena also has several poems soon to appear in RoarSqueakPurr: A NZ Treasury of Animal Poems, (ed. Paula Green, illus. Jenny Cooper), Penguin Random House, due out in November. www.elenaderoo.com 

A former children’s librarian, Bill Nagelkerke has written short stories, poems, plays and books for all ages, as well as translating other people’s books from Dutch into English. His most recent titles are a collection of poems, The night the moon fell down (dist. The Copy Press, 2019) and a ghost story, The ghosts on the hill (Cuba Press, 2020). His translation of the children’s novel I’ll keep you close (Levine Querido, 2021) by Dutch writer Jeska Verstegen will be published towards the end of the year.

Bill Nagelkerke

Bill Nagelkerke reads ‘No rhyme’ by Tim Upperton

Poetry Challenge

Tim Upperton’s poem offers lots of challenges for poets! Try writing a poem where you use your imagination and see the world in surprising ways.

Look out the window and rewrite what you see in a poem, letting your imagination soar.

Poem source: ‘No rhyme’ was published in the School Journal Level 3 August 2015 

A former children’s librarian, Bill Nagelkerke has written short stories, poems, plays and books for all ages, as well as translating other people’s books from Dutch into English. His most recent titles are a collection of poems, The night the moon fell down (dist. The Copy Press, 2019) and a ghost story, The ghosts on the hill (Cuba Press, 2020). His translation of the children’s novel I’ll keep you close (Levine Querido, 2021) by Dutch writer Jeska Verstegen will be published towards the end of the year.

Tim Upperton is a poet, writer, reviewer and teacher, living in Palmerston North. He is the winner of two international poetry competitions. He has been published in numerous literary journals and has published several poetry collections.

Poetry Box lockdown poetry challenge

Poetry might be just the ticket while you are in lockdown.

If you are Y0 to Y8 you can try my August poem challenge. I will post poems at the end of the month and as soon as i can with have books to give away.

I love looking at the sky. I love the way it has a thousand moods: gloomy bright cloudy blue. Looking at the sky I just breathe in beauty and then I daydream. I often find the sky sneaks into my poems.

For August I challenge you to write a SKY poem.

Collect sky words: colours, movement, cloud words, night, day, patterns, similes.

Write a sky memory.

Go outside and describe the sky in a poem.

Play with sky words and make a pattern poem with words.

Write your sky poem then turn it into a picture poem (a shape poem, concrete poetry).

Write a sky-story poem.

Look at the sky and skydream

Deadline: 29th August

Send to: paulajoygreen@gmail.com

Include: name, age, year, name of school or homeschooled

Don’t forget to put SKY POEM in subject line so I don’t miss it

I will post some favourites near end of month and have a few books to give away

I read all the poems at the end of the month and get back to you then

Poetry Box review: Julia Liu and Bei Lynn’s Leilong the Library Bus

Leilong the Library Bus, by Julia Liu and illustrated by Bei Lynn, Gecko Press, 2021

I remember how much I loved going to our local library when I was child and coming home with a TIPPLE TOPPLE TOWER of books, books about everything. Every book was an excitement package waiting for me to open and read compulsively. So I picked up Leilong the Library Bus and felt excitement buzz along my arms, especially when I read the first page:

Leilong’s friends are taking him to story time at the library.

“You’ll love it there,” Maggie tells him.

“They have books about everything,” says Mo.

I never caught a ride to the library on the back of a dinosaur as Mo and Maggie do. How I would love to have done that! Leilong the dinosaur fills with such magnificent book excitement he goes as fast as the fastest thing you can imagine. Not the best choice when he gets pulled over by a police officer. Oh dear.

There are road rules and there are library rules (although libraries are not like they were when I was a child). Libraries won’t be fond of excited and boisterous dinosaurs. Oh dear.

There is a door into the library for Mo and Maggie but is there a big door for a big dinosaur? Oh dear.

I don’t want to spoil this mouth-watering story for you. Rules are rules, as Leilong gets told. Leilong’s book excitement leads to story excitement leads to a shaking-building excitement leads to being growled at leads TO A REVIEWER (me!) in danger of giving the story away. We can’t have that. Oh dear no!

The what-next is magical. The ending is genius. The book is a heart-moving CELEBRATION of why stories matter so very much, and why some of us can’t stop reading them, listening to them, or writing them, even when you are nearly as old as the stars as I am! Stories are us. Stories are there. Stories are here.

The illustrations are EXUBERANT! So full of nooks and crannies and extra little stories for you to discover. And I love the colours. Genius.

Get a copy of the book, find someone to read it to, then dance on your tiptoes together as you fill with the joy and power of story. Yes! I ADORE this.

Julia Liu has worked as an editor of children’s fiction at several of Taiwan’s biggest and most prestigious publishers, and has published picture books, illustrated biographies of Einstein and Archimedes and a collection of fairy tales.

Bei Lynn is an award-winning Taiwanese illustrator who has written and illustrated over 20 picture books, stories, magazines and comics. Her works have been recognized by various awards and honors, including Hsin-Yi Children Literature Award, China Times Best Children’s Book of the Year, Taipei Public Library Best Children’s Book, and the Best Chinese Children’s Picture Book of Feng Zikai Chinese Children’s Book Award.

Gecko Press page

Poetry Box celebrates the NZ Book Awards for Children & Young Adults

Last night I live streamed the New Zealand Book Awards for Children & Young Adults. It was a magnificent occasion, full of warmth, song, book-joy, and book-aroha. Kate Parker who won Best First Book and Best Picture Book categories made the BEST speech I have ever heard at award ceremonies. I know these things have to run on time but this was pure joy. A GOLD CLASS speech.

I know what it is like to be shortlisted at an award and not win. And I always take away the fact the most important thing for me is writing the book. But it can be tough on the night not being picked. So four other DAZZLING books I loved to bits were Vasanti Unka’s I Am the Universe (Penguin), Sandra Morris’s North and South (Walker Books), Selina Tusitala Marsh’s Mophead Tu: The Queen’s Poem (AUP) and Bren MacDibble’s Across the Risen Sea (Allen & Unwin). Some of my favourite reads last year.

I have read, reviewed and loved FOUR of the winning books so I am sharing a taste of my reviews here. In fact these four books utterly moved me. I was over the moon when Tania Roxborogh’s Charlie Tangaroa and the Creature from the Sea (Huia) was announced as winner of The Margaret Mahy Book of the Year. I LOUD whooped by the fire.

Full details at NZ Book Awards page

From my review:

‘T K’s novel is shining a light on our tilted world and how we must work together to heal the damage. I love the way in helping the Gods solve their terribly destructive argument, Charlie is also growing stronger and wiser in himself. He doesn’t let his disability stop him (and he does have pain and challenges). He doesn’t let bullies keep flattening him. He listens and he learns. He grows closer to his family.

Charlie is now one of my favourite children’s characters ever and he will stick with me for ages. Just as this glorious, beautifully crafted, rollercoaster, heart-warming story will stick with me. I adore it and I reckon children will too. Make this a must-read book to your class this year, to your own children, for yourself however old you are. This book SINGS! Read this book in Level 3 lockdown in Tāmaki Makaura Auckland.

Thank you T K Roxborogh and Huia Publishers.’

My full review

From my review:

I am feeling such terrible sadness at what we have lost and are still losing as I read this book. Tree sadness. Planet sadness. BUT this is a story of hope. Yes I am still feeling morning sadness but HOPE is in the carried seed, the planted seed, the little actions that are the tiny steps to help our planet (okay I know we need the bigger steps that Governments must put in place) but little steps can help too. Hope is in the native birds dropping seeds on the bush where I live.

Kōwhai and the Giants is clearly written by an author and artist who cares about our planet and wants to do something to help. An information page tells you to be native-plant detectives and discover more about planting native seeds / seedlings in whichever neighbourhood you live in. Once upon a time all kinds of ferns and trees and vines would have lived there!

So YES a FOREST of TICKS for Kōwhai and the Giants. It is an essential book to share with children. It is a terrific starting point for discussions – and a springboard for plantings both in the soil and in children’s own stories and artwork. A sublime gift gifted out of aroha and mahi. Thank you.

My full review

From my review:

I am a cookbook squirrel. I think I might have more than a hundred cookbooks. I love cooking old favourites and I love cooking things I have never cooked before. Cookbooks are my passports to new places, new taste sensations. I love how food connects friends and family, and how food keeps our body engines running beautifully.

Gecko Press have just published Egg & Spoon, the best cookbook for children (and adults) ever. It is written by Alexandra Tylee from the excellent Pipi Café in Havelock North. Such scrumptious food served there, it is not surprising the recipes are mouth-watering, tongue-popping DELICIOUS. Anytime I am in Havelock North I pay a visit!

Whizz image maker, Giselle Clarkson, has done the scrummy illustrations. She makes comics, cartoons and illustrates books (I loved the work she did for The Gobbledegook Book, Secret World of Butterflies, Hazel and the Snails).

Full review here

From my review:

I have read a lot of astonishing children’s books this year ( a whole raft published by Gecko Press), but Shilo Kino’s debut novel The Pōrangi Boy has affected me like no other. I just love it. It is my children’s book of 2020. I love it because it makes me feel and it makes me think, and it foregrounds Māori characters and issues, and it is prismatic with life and wisdom.

The story is structured like a braided river, with its before, after and now strands interwoven; at the centre is the red hot event from which Nico measures time. I want you to read the book, and experience the unfolding braids yourself, so I am holding back on revelations.

Instead I want to celebrate the glorious and complicated humanity of the story. Its utter necessity. The way it radiates with life. Its dialogue glows. The Pōrangi Boy underlines the importance of Māori history, the whenua, taonga, te tikanga, te reo Māori, whānau, of our foundation document, the Treaty of Waitangi, of protest, of listening, reading, writing. Shilo is not delivering school lessons for readers, but all these critical elements are in the writing ink that drives the story. And crikey do they matter. You are held in the grip of story (I couldn’t put the book down), in how things are turning out, along with the characters and their challenges, but there are so many vital layers. There is a racist teacher (Nico’s) who makes my blood boil with her limited views on learning and teaching practice. There is a teacher who sides with Nico and the prison-land protesters, who brings food and who has always listened to Nico rather than laugh or sneer at him. There is the uncle who aligns with the developers and who beats his son. There is a 12-year-old boy ready to stand up and make the speech of his life in court.

Beautifully written, lovingly published, this is a book to celebrate and share.

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The other winners I am yet to read!