Recently I visited the wonderful Cornwall Park District School. What a treat to work with all the Year 5 and 6s in the hall — sharing poems and making up poems and talking about poetry. I thought this was a tip top school to visit with children joining in with gusto and glasses of water on hand for me (and jellybeans!).
I also did a writing workshop with a group of year 5 and 6 students and their bird poems blew me away. There are nuggets of gold in these poems. Great detail makes their birds come alive on the page. Excellent verbs give their poems movement. And all the poems I picked have standout lines that I want to say over and over. I will let you go on the hunt for these delicious poetry treats. Feel free to write a commwent for the young poets and make their day.
The bird poems:
It stomps through the swamp
holding its head up high
Blue and white and black feathers
rustling in the wind.
Red beak snap snap snap at a spider
flaps its wings and takes off
soaring like an aeroplane
legs dangling like limp tree branches
after a storm.
Their tawny wings soar through the night
with wide yellow eyes and a hooked nose
beating their wings they take flight
but as they spot mice they slow.
They sweep up their prey
making sure it doesn’t fall
then they vanish before day
leaving nothing but their call.
stands as tall as a king,
nibbling berries with its bullet beak.
Slow swooshing wing beats in the air
emerald green plumage tumbles down its chest.
It flaps over the tall, thick forest
like a broken hang glider.
Ku ku ku ku, it softly cries,
Tail feathers spread like a fan
Long, slender, smooth
Beak shaped like a thorn from a rose
Little, sharp, fuzzy
flapping its little wings like a butterfly,
flitter, flutter, flitter.
Yellow Crowned parakeets
gliding, swooping, clawing, biting
combed straight feathers
green with blue-tipped wings
tails like elastic being stretched
hooked beaks like an eagle’s
swoosh, swoosh sing the wings,
grasping berries and insects
gliding peacefully over the lush green trees
beak shimmering in the sunlight.
It’s white eyebrow twitching in the wind
feeding the chirping chicks
grasping worms from the soil
fluttering from branch to branch
diving playfully after the insects,
Enveloped in a glossy blue coat
soaring through the bush
greedily plucking for worms,
a contented upkeep.
flapping its wings heavily
crashing through the undergrowth clumsily
a smooth, curved beak
guzzling pigeon milk
The Hungry, Hungry Kiwi
Scouring the night
with beady eyes,
a low drumming call
as he wanders the night
his soft ruffles rustling,
his sticklike beak, pale and creamy,
scraping the ground for food.