Lachlan age 9 Year 5 Russley School
Thank you for sending in poems about things. I loved reading them all and they were all so different. I had to take screen shots of some to keep the layout.
I HAD SO MANY to read. Wow! This was a very popular challenge.
I loved the flow of words in Phoebe‘s poem and the little bits of repetition. This is a poem that sounds very good. It is surprising. I loved the mood and sounds of the lines in Emily‘s poem and the words in Zoe G‘s move like a bow. I love the way Xanthe‘s poem looks like the bristles of a toothbrush and Lachlan‘s looks like a violin. I love the pattern in Hannah‘s poem, the time-capsule idea in Laura‘s poem and the Lily‘s skinny poem.
I love the way Daisy-Jane becomes a piano!
Finley, Liam and Grace keep their things secret in their poems so we can guess what it is. Very imaginative. Loved all poems from this class but could only pick a few.
Polina‘s poem had such a strong mood, Charlotte used such warm doggy detail, Anika imagined so beautifully and what a terrific bunch of poems from Russley School. Such magnificent detail. Such great sounds as I read each line. I like the way you made some of them into pictures. I loved the way students at Waverley Park School collaborated using both imagination and ears hard at work.These poems flowed beautifully and hooked my attention.
Every poem deserved a spot on here, but I could only pick a few.
Keep up the great writing! Wow!
Please don’t be disappointed if I didn’t pick you this time – I can tell you all loved writing these.
Give my July challenge a go.
I am sending Phoebe a copy of The Letterbox Cat.
Panda
Soft fur
squeaky and snuggly
it came from my great grandma.
It is a toy panda
I sleep with it all the time.
When I cuddle with it
I think of her.
by Michaela E, age 7 yrs, Russley School
A Rag Doll
A rag doll,
sitting on the bed,
watching everything
like a crow over corn.
A rag doll,
sitting by the light
of the glowing lantern,
as orange as a
fire beam.
A rag doll,
cuddled up in bed
when the
light turns off.
Phoebe D, Age 9, Fendalton Open Air School
Photograph
On the wall
protecting my memory
with a layer of glass.
Reminding me
of the good times we had.
It reminds me of her warm hugs
on a cold winter’s night,
and my mum’s warm breath on my neck
The faces in the picture beaming out at me.
The cracked glass distorts the photo.
The frayed corners
the only hint of age
Polina C Age: 11 Year 7 Selwyn House School
Rain Drop
A raindrop falls
down down down landing on the tip of a frog’s toe
Hopping all about the frog dances
All around jumping and diving
In the puddles Looking at the swamp
That surrounds him
Then he leaps away
Landing where he once lay.
Emily L Selwyn House School 12 years old
Pink
Ice cream,
Piped up high,
A princesses dress,
Finished with bows,
Rubies,
Light catching the point,
Marshmallows,
Roasted over the fire,
Strawberries,
Dissolving in your mouth,
Flamingos,
Poised on one leg,
Lipstick,
Shining in the sun,
Pink,
The colour of love.
Hannah Age 12, Year 7, Selwyn House School
The Notebook
She spills her heart and soul into its pages
Ink dapples the paper
But it is not ink to her
It is her memories and her joys
Her fears and her dreams
Her secrets and her sorrows
One day she will look back on it and remember
Until that day it is a time capsule
Waiting to be opened.
Laura D 10 years old Year 6 at Stanmore Bay School
Lily, aged 10, Year 6, Fendalton Open Air School
It just sits there waiting
Jaws closed, saliva ready
Eyes set on the brown portal
That releases new prey.
Suddenly the jaws open
Showing the deepness of its throat
And as the liquid drops into his its throat
The roar sends it down.
Finley B (11)- (The toilet) St Martins School, Christchurch
It hangs there, lifeless
A dark mass of material
Surrounded by darkness
The door creaks open.
Her fingers reach out
Grasping it
Placing it upon her shoulders.
Grace O (10) (The coat) Year 6 St Martins School
Treasure Box
It holds a land of gold and comfort
A smell of roses and lavender
A wish book
ten for each person
Everyone you meet has this something special
So some can fly
some may sit clouds
Some may heal or have X-Ray vision
That’s what I know
I have been there
Anika B age 8 Year 4 St Andrews Prep School
He sticks to his loved ones.
He leaves a bit of himself with them.
A headless horseman
Twisting his saddlebag,
Kicking its spurs to grow faster.
Sleek and smooth
His horse is.
Liam G (9) Year 5 St Martins School (A glue stick)
Gracie
Long, sharp, white teeth as pointy as a pin.
Long, fluffy, warm inky black fur with round patches of blond fur.
Pointy ears like a cone and as fluffy as a Minky blanket.
A deep, loud bark that travels around the neighbourhood.
A canine, my best friend. Gracie.
By Charlotte M 7 years old Year 3 Homeschool
Cell Phone
I hear my sister’s alarm
clicking and ticking
The ring tone vibrating crazily
like a mad dog.
She plays annoying songs and
I turn into the Hulk.
by Zion S, 8 years old, Russley School
Guitar
Rusty red guitar,
found in my Dad’s garage.
The strings, the smell of an
old bronze medal.
The frets, the colour of hot, burnt toast.
It reminds me, of my Papa playing with it.
The funky rhythms, the beautiful tunes,
old school lyrics and Nana singing along.
By Taralina L year 7, age 12, Russley School
Gloomy Piano
I sit here all day…
Waiting for Beethoven
Lily comes in and slams my tongue down on my chin
She clunks with her elbows again and again and
again and again on my freshly moisturised face
I screech an F sharp!
By Daisy-Jane Year 7 Age 11
The Skate That Rolled
A once special human
Fought in the war
Wearing a blue top
With red, yellow and white stripes
His feet moved like wheels
So fast, so smooth
His arms were like toothpicks
Thin and narrow
He was wrapped in love
Tied up
He is gone
He never existed
He was the
Skate that rolled
By Zoe (11) and Anna (10) Waverley Park School, Invercargill Room 11
Pummeled
Thrashed around in the stormy sea
Dented lid
Rust covered
Scratched paint
Padlock broken
Golden metal handles
Cracked inside
Beaten by colossal waves
Washed up on the sandy sea shore
Pummeled
Rust covered
Treasure chest
By Seryn (10) Priscilla (9) Annabelle (10) Amber (9) Waverley Park School
Room 11
Final Piece
Building with my fingers
hands sliding over
the dimpled lego bricks
hands fumbling through
the instructions
trying to turn the page
breathing becomes heavy as
the final piece falls into place
Lego house.
Joe D (10) Waverley Park School Room 11
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