I just discovered these two magnificent holiday poems from Christchurch. Mmm I love sushi too. I even like making it at home. And I love the story Izak tells .. sometimes home is best! It is a delight to post these as both poems fizz and sparkle with well-chosen words.
I’d wake up on a pillow of feathers and down
my body would sway to a musical sound.
On the edge of my bed would be slippers and food
-a great start to the day, I’d be in a good mood
Some flowers would be on the bench, just about to bloom.
I’d prance to the sushi stall in the corner of the room.
I would shove all the sushi right into my mouth.
This room would be the best in all of the house
I would turn and stare at the hydroslide
I would get on my toys and go for a ride.
If only someone could make this come true,
“Woohoo!” I’d yell, “Woohoo! Woohoo!”
by Monica K, age 12, year 7, Russley School
Horrible Holiday for Homer
At Christmas, Homer the robot
went for a holiday
but when he got there
there was a giant dust storm.
So he went to Jupiter.
“Brrrrr!” he said, “too cold!”
So he went to Mercury.
“Ouch! Too hot!” he said.
Eventually he had been through
the whole solar system.
So he stayed at home.
– by Izak, age 9, year 5, Russley School