So many wonderful Autumn poems arrived in my mail box – it was like a big mound of beautiful leaves to shuffle through.
With so many poems it was extra hard to pick a few to post – lots of wonderful poetry so I have made an Autumn festival of poems on the last day of Autumn. Poems can do so many different things!
Thank you so much for giving this challenge a go – just as winter is about to hit us.
I am sending Finn a book.
Please don’t feel sad if I didn’t pick your poem as I got so many it took all Sunday to read them and I have to leave out so many amazing poems. I will have told you what I loved about your poem in my letter to you. I am so happy there is so much poetry buzzing in schools and families.
Do try my new June challenge on Wednesday June 1st (tomorrow)!
A Small Boat
Sailing on the
dapples the sea
Finn P age 9, Ilam School
The gentle leaves fall and flow
down from the trees.
They change to lovely colours,
They float down to the grass.
I wish I could be a leaf.
Erena H Age 6 Year 2 Epsom Normal Primary
The Autumn Wind
the autumn wind is a crunchy cookie
the autumn wind is a soft pillow
the autumn wind is a bird singing
the autumn wind is a beautiful mountain
Maddy W 7 years old Year 3 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch
The Autumn Wind
the autumn wind is my great grandad’s wrinkly face
the autumn wind is a bird playing F-sharp minor being played on the piano
the autumn wind is a tornado blowing leaves down form the sky
the autumn wind is a swaying, turning whirlpool
the autumn wind is a cyclone lost from a breeze of wind
Jack S 8 years old Year 4 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch
Crackle, crackle went the dry leaves as they bounced on the ground like they were on a trampoline.
I heard leaves making music as they crashed, crunched and clashed on to the ground like an enormous tom tom drum being beaten.
It made a sound like thunder.
I could see a crimson leaf swirling and twirling – twirling – twirling in the bright sunny morn. Leaves are memories floating down to be free.
I splash in pools of everlasting leaves.
Autumn, she blows the leaves.
Charlotte H 9 years 5 months, Year 5 Kohia Terrace School, Auckland.
It is a dull autumn morning.
The sun is peeping out from the clouds.
Insects are hiding in the golden leaves.
The colourful leaves look like a carpet on the damp ground.
Zihao L Year 4 Age 8 Epsom Normal Primary
The amber colours,
flutter down like soft balloons,
my cat follows the hibernating hedgehogs,
I get ready for the cold,
the blanket of sunset colours falls over me.
Ruby T Age 8, Y4, Ilam School
As the children leave school
he sneaks out of his shed
with a rake and lawnmower.
He ruffles the bushes
and attacks the grass.
He rescues the leaves
and walks home.
His day is done.
Malo G 8 years old Fendalton Open Air School
Soft breeze pushing amber
Down to the lime green grass.
Popping candy pops
When I scrunch up
Falling to the ground.
Pushing me away
From the beautiful leaves.
Oh, I love Autumn.
Abbie M, 8 years, Year 4 Ilam School, Christchurch
The brown leaves
smell like sweet cinnamon
and are as crunchy
as a twig.
Light red leaves
The ground is as bumpy
as a potato chip.
Trees are wet and bare.
William S 8 years Year: 4 St Andrews College, Christchurch
Falling Autumn Leaves
When I stepped out down came an autumn leaf
and landed swift and sound
with all the others,
all the autumn leaves in their many colours,
I watched in wonder.
By Lachie M 8yr Year 4 Mairangi Bay School, Auckland
Fire Red, Deep Brown, Pale Yellow
The Autumn leaves whirl around
like a hurricane in the chilly weather.
They have colours like fire red,
deep brown and pale yellow.
The trees, bare to the brim
are covered in sharp twigs.
It is as cold as ice.
My fingers are becoming numb
and my lips are turning blue.
Meg S, 9 years old, Year 5, Saint Andrew’s College, Christchurch.
In the sun of the Moonlight
I lay on the grass
with seven fireflies around me
I stand up and let the wind go by
I stand and say goodbye to Summer
and hello to Autumn after midnight
Seven minutes pass and I’m still
Max Wilson Aged 6 Ilam School
Leaves fluttered down.
Trees blow in the wind.
They look like a skeleton.
Crunching like a ball of fire.
Maddie Age 8 Year 4 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch
Old ugly branches hung
like bats in their cave.
with curved witches nails.
The wind blew
like a tornado.
Leaves like red flames.
A nosy fantail followed me
By Soverin T Y5 age 9 Russley School Christchurch
The autumn wind is a blowing circus.
The wind is like a tsunami.
The autumn wind is a rumbling tummy.
Nicholas T Age 7 Year 3 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch
It’s getting darker now
My friends and I discuss in hushed voices
About how were getting ready to fall
When mother tree tucks us in
I dream about a world on the ground
By Daisy-Jane Lowe, age 11yrs Russley School
An innocent pile of leaves,
Drying in the morning sun.
The red-brown colours,
Fluttering in the crisp air.
The pile shifts,
Ever so slightly.
Out jumps my brother.
With damp leaves in his hair.
Isis W 13 years old Year 8 Selwyn House School
Thin old leaves
hang like a wrecking ball
on the end of a chain.
A curved purple leaf
on a thick brown branch.
A bald Silver Birch
stands like the Statue of Liberty
a leaf stem
as long as a baby snake.
like a bowl of nachos.
A game of rugby on a freezing icy day,
getting thrown on the ground
walking home with dirty legs.
By Gustavo D, age 10yrs, Russley School
I Love Autumn
I love the nice and cool autumn breeze
The way it raps its cold fingers around my knees.
I love watching the leaves get blown around
Down, down towards the ground.
I love the sound of the whispering trees
Moving back and forth as they please.
I love the taste of boiling hot stew
Waiting for winter to come to you.
I love the smell of sweet apple crumble
As soon as I see it, my tummy starts to rumble.
I love the feel, taste, sound, smell and sight.
I love autumn, but try as I might
I can’t find a way
To love winter in this way.
By Paige M West End School
The sun peeked behind the dead trees.
Wind raced around the place.
Leaves float gently down to the ground.
Ella X Year 4 8 years old Epsom Normal Primary
The Autumn Poem
Leaves, crackling, gold,
like a crunchy bar. Branches,
brown, thin, like an old man’s arms.
Leaves, quivering, hanging off.
Me and my friends play
rugby union at school, I hear people
yelling from the side line, I have
dirt on my legs and I’m laughing
and I have butterflies in
by Makenzy M, age 10 Russley School
My Little Autumn Tree
My little Autumn tree,
Stands strong and tall beside me.
Flaky branches reaching high,
Fingertips just scraping the sky.
The early morning frost makes you shiver,
But the warm fiery sun makes you shimmer.
Your crisp golden leaves twinkle and twirl,
And in the wind the whirl.
But my little Autumn tree,
What happens when your leaves begin to flee?
For they leave you all alone,
Cold and bare to the bone.
You watch them fly away,
Day after day.
Scattered beneath you,
Slowly drifting far away.
But don’t worry my little Autumn tree,
You’ll always have me.
Amy B Opaki School Age 12
slowly to the cold ground.
Red, orange, yellow everywhere,
not a drop of green in site.
Running through the colourful
crunching leaves, jumping
in wet leaf mountains.
Sleeping in warm toasty bed,
when the fire is out.
Waking up to a cold damp morning, ready for a new day.
Jenna L Age: 12 School: Opaki School
brown, old and ugly
like a witch’s nose
crunchy like stale bread.
bumpy like a climbing wall
swerve like big waves.
Leaves, red like a mad man
orange like juice
yellow like hard cheese.
By Bridget Egan, age 10yrs Russley School