What a joy to get a HUGE bunch of travel poems to read. You really took to this challenge. I loved the way your poems took me all over the world and then into your back garden.
I once cycled up to the Matterhorn in Switzerland so that poem took me right back.
I loved the poems that were simple but built a picture of a place that dragged me elsewhere.
I loved the poems that were rich in detail.
I loved the poems that played with words.
I loved the poems that used a tablespoon of imagination.
I am sending the Letterbox Cat to Jasmine for her tree hut poem because it just seemed perfect in every detail.
And I especially loved the poems sent from a class at Paparoa Street School too. I have posted six at the bottom to inspire you. The class played with how the poems looked but didn’t sacrifice good detail and great language. I am sending you The Letterbox Cat too.
I am sorry I couldn’t pick you all but the blog would have gone on for miles. What great poets you are! What a treat to read you all!
New challenge tomorrow.
My house has a huge totara tree
In the front garden
You can do handstands
Against it’s trunk.
My house has a long line of trees
Along the sides
When the leaves fall
They drape the ground with a carpet.
My house has trees
Leaning over the trampoline
When they drop off
The trampoline is covered in leaves
We always have to sweep them off.
Our house has a slightly overgrown lawn
Weeds push their way
Through the strands
Of green grass
You can tell why people call our house a treehouse.
By Jasmine, Gladstone School
Amelia G, age 11, Year 6, Selwyn House School (Amelia told me she goes to stay on a farm every second weekend, and she decided to write it from the point of view of a fawn as she has a pet deer.
I travel and land
On burning summer sand.
Waves crash and back away.
Many feet jump on the salty sea.
Seagulls zoomed for salty fish prey.
Now this was my best summer holiday!!!
Manasa M, Age 10, Year 6, Churton Park School
Finnishing in Finland
There’s snow on the right
A tree on the left.
Ice to the north
Wind from the south.
Snow blankets on roads and runways
Icy seas all around.
Huskies howl to get going
Panting eagerly as they pull us
Through the winter wonderland
A snowmobile grunts across the tundra
A toboggan slips by at the speed of sound
A reindeer clops slowly through the heavy snow
Icy seas all around
Snow blankets on roads and runways.
Wind from the south
Ice to the north.
A tree on the left
And there’s snow on the right.
And now my poem is Finnished.
Daniel year 3, Adventure School, age 8 now.
I tiptoe along the jetty
Arms spread out wide
Water overflows the concrete plank
I crouch down
And dip my toes in
Sun shines over the water
I almost fall in the lake when Mum yells,
“Come back Jazzy!”
“ We have to keep moving along the lake if we want to get home before the pizza gets soggy!”
By Jasmine L, Age 10, Year 5 Gladstone Primary School
Tropical trees twinkle,
Down the lovely lane of leaves,
Samoa is a lovely place to visit,
When songs shimmer straight through sandy streets,
It’s fun to have a splash,
When the pool is a sapphire colour,
It’s a fun journey,
Learning about the Samoan culture.
by Sina A, aged 9, Fendalton School Christchurch
After I went to the U.S.A., this is what I want say…
In San Francisco, get down to the disco
In Washington D.C, everything is easy
In New York City, everybody’s pretty
In California, fun is waiting for ya
Down in Texas, the heat really gets us
Go to Cincinnati, everybody’s chatty
In Arizona, you could be a loner
In Nevada, it’s a little harder
Round in Colorado, it’s all about bravado
By Mississippi, the river makes it slippy
In Wyoming, see buffalo roaming
Come to Delaware, nothing can compare
Across the United States, there’s always something great!
By Gemma L, Adventure School
Blissful salty air
Flows behind my messy hair
Piercing with pride
Sinking like the Titanic
The old boat shed
Surrounded by tropical trees
Trees singing for new life
Bellbird waiting for the call
Eager to see his new life
Among the tropical trees
Surrounding the boat shed
By the promising sand
Sinking like the Titanic
By the glistening water
Piercing with pride
Behind my messy hair
Smelling the blissful salty air
Lottie H, Year 7, Selwyn House School
Fresh ice blue water,
The cool breezes.
Delicate clouds surrounding it,
Reaching up into the deep blue skies,
Heavy snow covering the ground like a blanket.
The Spacious Cottage
The view from the window,
The trees swaying,
The bee’s nacturing.
The sound of cars and trains passing through,
People chatting and pushing through crowds,
Expensive shops light up.
Walking confidently through the swiss alps,
Horns as strong as stone,
Soft fur covering them from head to toe.
Fuzzy white petals,
The sweet scent,
Growing in the mountains.
By Lily B 12 years old Year 7 Selwyn House School
I sneak out the hut,
I chase after my pet Peanut,
I run down the beach,
“Come back, Peach,”
Says my mum,
I walk back and chew gum,
I ask, why can’t I go into the dyed water,
“It’s lava dummy, even one jump is slaughter,”
A while later we put our suitcases into the cars,
“Next time we shouldn’t have a holiday on mars.”
By Amber Y6 age 10 churton park school
The water glistens in the golden rays of sunlight.
Waves gently lap against the shore.
I watch as the shimmering blue water comes tumbling down, transforming
Into rushing white water.
Deafening squawks come from the seagulls.
I feel the soft grainy sand between my toes.
Clear running water travels from the sea into the shallow lagoon.
Water splashes against the seaweed covered walls of the sea cave.
I gaze up to the towering cliffs which hide the neighbouring beach.
Mounds of sand get blown around by gentle breezes.
The smooth rocks get hotter and hotter in the fiery sun.
I glance out at the horizon in silence…
Suddenly the smell of boysenberry fills my nostrils.
“What is that?” I sniffed again.
“ Actually, I know that smell.”
I whip myself around, my Mum is coming towards me with ice creams in her hands!
Amelie K, Year 5, Gladstone Primary
Into the forest
There the hat floated peacefully next to the car that never rots, circling the car never leaving its side. It’s been there so long that nobody can even remember what happened.
Through my old age I’ve never seen the mysterious object stir or move, but today day this all changed. Once at midnight when the moon was full I saw the stainless navy car drift though the water, reflecting the moon light, gently, quietly, riding over the gravel, dripping wetness.
A hat floated inside, just centimetres from the curved roof. The glistening car disappeared into a thick forest of trees.
James D, 10 years old, Y6, St. Andrews College
Towering dunes rippled from the wind
Small thorny bushes standing low to the ground
Hot burning sun beating relentlessly down
This is the desert
Falcon spiralling above
Keen eyes searching for food
Arabian Oryx leap the dunes
Carrying heavy loads
These are the desert’s creatures
The wind seems to be rising
Can a sandstorm be near
Tricks of the sun that never stops shining
This is the desert’s weather
The hot shining sun going up and down
No sign of clouds in a clear blue sky
This is the desert’s sun
Tall rising sand dunes
Falcon soaring high
Hot burning sun
As far as the eye can see
This is the desert
Sarah-Kate, Age 11, Homeschooled
Six wonderful travel poems from Paparoa Street School