Oh dear I got my deadline date muddled for the tree poems because Sunday (today) is the 28th not Friday!
So I am delighted to post a few more TREE poems that arrived in the nick of time. Gemma played with poetry forms, Daniel played with humour and Michelle made a warm-glow poem.
A poem from Michelle Z, Y2, Ilam School
Yellow flowers upon this tree,
Flying around the sky.
Playing hide and seek,
Holding the golden flowers,
eating lunch together.
Finding sweet new friends,
Friends found by you,
always there for you.
Three poems from Gemma Y8, Adventure School
He rakau ātaahua koe
(You are a beautiful tree)
he rakau ātaahua koe Kōwhai
he rakau ātaahua koe Nīkau
he rakau ātaahua koe Rimu
he rakau ātaahua koe Tōtara
he rakau ātaahua koe Kauri
he rakau ātaahua koe
rakau ātaahua o nga atua
The golden kōwhai
In spring a tūī café
A treat for us all
Shall I compare thee to a tōtara tree?
You are as upstanding and as solid
And while parts of you may seem tough to me
My life without you would be just horrid
At times you help me reach up to the sky
Using your branches to find great new height
Yet you also shelter me when I cry
And offer me safety when I take fright
Like the tree, our bond took much time to grow
But our roots run deep giving strength to last
And while lofty heights mean I’m ready to go
I’m glad you saved me from growing too fast
So while I may roam, beyond what you see
You’ll always remain, my tōtara tree.
Three poems from Daniel Y5, Adventure School
I wonder how the first tree began?
Did some matter clump together, til suddenly…
Or was it a mutant
Plant from the sea
That somehow evolved to the might we now see?
Or did god use all his power
To create something great
Nature’s own tower?
I guess that we will never know
But still I am glad
That trees came to grow
If a tree could grow
In zero gravity
Its roots might stretch
In crazy directions
Like a dancing octopus
And in autumn
The leaves would float
Like a shower of confetti
That never stopped raining
Daniel L, Adventure School
The Beech Tree
I sit under the beech tree lying there doing nothing.
I hear the wind going through the leaves,
Making the most wonderful noise.
The birds whistling their lovely melodies.
Blossoms falling all over the place.
I ask myself “what would life be without trees?”
William F (11, Year 6), Ilam School, Christchurch