What a bonanza bunch of winter poems arrived in my email box. Thank you young poets. You made my day with your poetry magnificence. I loved the poems that used great detail to make winter come alive on the page. As I read your poems, it felt like I could not only see winter but also taste it and hear it too. And I loved the ripple of winter activities.
I have picked a few to share with you which means lots of magnificent poems didn’t get posted. They were all so good to read! I have also picked a few children to send a book. I picked children who have not yet received a book from Poetry Box. So some books that I love go to: Jesse (Bravo!), Gina (Reflections of a Solitary Hamster), Charlotte (The Reluctant Little Flower Girl, kindly donated by the author, Melanie Koster), Katy (The Loblolly Boy and the Sorcerer by fabulous Christchurch author, James Norcliffe) and Lottie (a beautiful Beatrix Potter notebook to fill with poems). I got carried away! I will have to restock my book box.
BTW If you spot a mistake in your poem I can change it for you.
First up a wonderful poem from Poetry Box regular, Daniel.
I love the short lines for this poem and the pictures that grew in my head.
On a cold day
I put on my snow boots
I am a scary yeti
I leave a trail of giant footprints
I walk to school
I am dragon
I have dragon breath
I leave a trail of steamy clouds
In the evening
I curl up snuggly beside the fire
I am a cat
Pretending there is no snow
By Daniel, Year 1, age 5, Adventure School, Porirua
Second up another Poetry Box regular, Ewen, This fabulous poem reminded me of a skinny wintry tree. This poem has terrific movement!
the icy road,
the bare trees,
on the road,
the cosy fire,
Ewen W, aged 11, Year 7, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch
Phoebe’s poem has real atmosphere and you will discover there is something special about it!
As Winter Comes 2010
The days are wet, and cold, and windy.
The nights grow longer and longer.
When the night falls the wind howls
and rain splatters on your window sill.
You know that Winter has come.
All snuggled up in bed with hot chocolates,
blankets and hot water bottles.
You know that you are warm and safe
for this night, and another, to come.
Phoebe wrote this poem when she was about 7. But now she is in Year 7 and 11 years old. She goes to Saint Mary’s College in Ponsonby.
Benjamin shows acrostic poems can be fun. I love the lines he has chosen– juicy images and juicy words!
W Wet and windy Winter
I In the morning there is icy ice on the grass left by Jack Frost.
N Nudy trees on the side of the road and in the park.
T Toasty, warm fire in the lounge at nighttime when it’s cold.
E Extra blankets on your bed to keep you cosy.
R Rain making puddles on the ground.
By Benjamin M, Age 8 ½, Year 4, Homeschooled
Fendalton School in Christchurch has been busy writing fabulous winter poems with all kinds of moods and detail. I have picked a couple to post but I loved the winteriness of them all!
Winter is everywhere
Leaves are falling,
trees are sleeping
through the long cold winter months.
Frozen lands everywhere.
The sky is grey and sad.
Lottie Mortlock Age 8
Snowflakes falling like little stars
Loving families cuddling by the fireplace
Mum’s cooking up little storms
Frozen lakes sparkle in the sunlight
Little ice crystals hanging from trees.
Lily Greenwood Age 8
Squishy snow freezes my bitter feet.
Icy land covers my view of the mountain.
Inside fire flaming
hot cocoa spills over my winter gloves.
I feel it burning through my tingling fingers.
Marshmallows melt in my mouth
hot cocoa hmm… delicious.
Emily Smith Age 8
I awake to frost
tingling on the brim of my roof.
Crisp, crunchy ice everywhere.
I dress warmly
to play in the winter snow.
Outside I shake the icy trees
crispy snowflakes fall.
I catch them on my tongue.
They melt in my mouth.
Arnika D Age 8
Year 5/6 students from Maungatapu Primary in Tauranga have been exploring winter in poetry. They hunted for great words and great detail. All the poems stood out for me (they crackled with winter energy) but here are couple to share.
I love winter
All day, funny movies
Sipping hot creamy milky cocoa
in my onezie
slurping up steaming chicken noodles next to the heater
my face a pink glow
Out the misty foggy window white peppermint grass
A howling wind moaning, groaning
That’s why I love winter
Winter has come again
as the light dies in the freeze
Furious rain drives in
My nights spent sipping
creamy hot chocolate
Watching golden embers
Aroma of hot buns
and pumpkin soup from the kitchen
My mouth waters
The cat sleeps in a ball of fur
purring like an idling car motor
Looking forward to soccer season again
And the game tomorrow
Snuggled up alongside the fire
Cradling a cup of soup while
Rain pounds against the window
like it wants to grab me
And toss me out into the raging storm
The fire crackling
as the logs tumble down
with a shower of sparks
I take a sip of the warm delicious soup
With the comfort of the fire
feeling secure from the fierce storm outside
Year 3 and 4 students at Golden Sands School in Papamoa sent in a fabulous bunch of poems that were very wintry and also had little stories running through them. This was a favourite.
The wind was howling through the croaky rusty windows
The wind scattered into my bed like a ghost
The wind slowly crept all around the house to make it freezing
The wind quickly dashed upstairs
and that was the storm.
Jesse O Year 3
Massive drops fell from the sky
Smashing against the windows
Rain smashed the concrete
All the dogs in the neighbourhood barked
Wind whacked the tramp over
The kennel fell apart
Cooper B Year 3
The Stormy Night
The wind whirls around outside
Boom! Boom! the trapdoor banged open and shut.
The wind howls like a wolf
in the chilly night.
The wind smashes me over with its strength
and doesn’t let me go
Outside the trees brush against the fence.
Max K Year 4
The wind factory is making cloud ghosts
They’re shooting water bombs at the ripped earth.
The flat grass walls shoot trees that wiggle around the grass walls
Like spears protecting Mother Earth.
In a school is where war begun
In the school there is a boy who wrote this poem
That boy is me!
Kaleb E Year 4
From Mangatangi School (near Miranda/ Mangatawhiri)wherethe students shared my poem, ‘White sheep, white sheep,’ and Wordsworth’s cloud poem to inspire them. I loved all the different directions these poems took with clouds. Such a joy to read them all. I have picked two to post that I especially liked.
I see a cloud
Looking like a wild horse
The wild wind
Leading a pack of airborne horses
I’m thinking of the freedom
They get, one day I’ll be
Part of that same pack
Of wild horses
Flying and gliding through the
Gina, Aged 10, Year 6
Teddy Bear Cloud
I jump in the rainy
From the stormy cloud above,
I want to go inside.
Thunder’s stopped booming,
wind no longer howling.
I think I’ll stay
under this teddy bear shaped
Tamara, Aged 10, Year 6
Charlotte has used the senses beautifully to sparkle in her poem.
Senses of Winter
Winter looks like grey clouds, lightening flashing, brown leaves, muddy ground and bare trees.
Winter sounds like rain pattering on the roof, strong winds howling and thunder crashing making our dog bark.
Winter smells like my woolly blanket and clothes all clean after they get washed in Softly.
Winter feels like freezing ice and with the fire lit it feels cosy warm with my blanket too.
Winter tastes like my Mummy’s Chicken Pie with hot Apple Pie and ice cream for dessert.
By Charlotte M Age 5 1/ 2, Year 1 Home-schooled
From Ohaupo School some poems that showed how a handful of words can make so much happen in a poem when the words are as carefully chose as these.
Raining, pouring, freezing
Bodie, Year 7
Winter blows in,
macpac jackets being worn, and umbrellas opening
on a rainy , cold day
with dogs wearing coats, and wood burning.
Sophie, Year 6