Our hungry cats: Charlie and Agile
On Monday I will let you know how Poetry Box will work in the next levels. I will have more books to give away and more challenges and will post more work from you all.
It has been such fun creating loads of bubble-time posts and reading (and listening and watching) all the things you sent me.
Here are some things that arrived in my box this week.
I am sending copies of Groovy Fish to all these children as it is the last bubble-time post: Eddie, Liam B, Reuben, Lillia, Henry P, James and Paige.
It is not a competition but I just pick some children as I love sharing books!
What is the moon?
They say the moon is like swiss cheese
But I think it is more like these:
It is like a cookie with sugary icing
Or like a cake in need of slicing
Sometimes the moon is as round as a plate
Other times as thin as the tooth of a rake
The moon can be like a giant’s eye
Yet at the same time be like a pie in the sky
The moon is as certain as the sun
And the moon is as comforting as my mum
Daniel L (Age 11, year 7, Hadlow School)
Be something else in a poem
I light up
Whenever you come near
My energy radiating outwards
Swallowing up the shadows
That might scare you
I sleep during the day
And I work in the night
Waiting, ready to be of service
So if you need my help
Don’t be dim
Just flick the switch
And I will be there for you
Daniel L (Age 11, year 7, Hadlow School)
I’m a bossy
I drink my
her brush my
I like eating
I am Daisy
by Ella-Rose E (Year 8, Russley School)
The Knitting Cat
hi. I am the knitting cat.
I am playing with my owner’s knitting wool.
Because I have learned to knit.
You take those sticky things and you wrap the wool around it!
It is a lot harder than it looks.
But I will manage!
OI! Owner! Can I have some help getting out of here???
The Van Clan children
Creeping down the hall,
Out of sight
Making a lot of noise,
In the night
Dancing on the roof,
Hold on tight
It’s your little kitten,
THAT CAN BITE!
Eabha D (12 yrs Russley School)
Mingles, My Pet Cat
His feet are as white as snow
He has radar ears that flicker to any sound
Slithery tail like a snake
His eyes are as green as freshly grown grass
which light up when I rattle his food
by Liam B (11yrs Russley School)
has a friend
She’s called Lluna
and my cat Millie
They play a lot
climbing menacing trees
darting between scruffy bushes
catching unsuspecting birds
I know Millie misses Luna
maybe we’ll visit sometime
But for now
Millie will just have to make some more friends
Reuben V (Year 8 Russley School)
Explaining a Cat to an Alien
Welcome to earth
this is a cute cat
A cat is a tiny skeleton wrapped in fur
They have triangle ears like illuminati symbols
There is a long bone that sticks out of their behind,
when they walk past it tickles
They have eighteen keen claws to scratch a couch
Cats have tiny white teeth for crushing mouse skulls
Their glowing eyes can cut through the dark
No matter what height they fall from
they always settle on four landing pads
They sound lethal but they are only awake
for 37 minutes everyday
by James dw (age 8 Russley School)
The Prowler Of Night
She prowls around like a burglar
and slips through fences like a bar of soap
With pointy ears and a long smooth tail
her Midnight coat makes her invisible to human eyes
Long whiskers illuminate her face
her tail curls around branches
Her teeth shine in the moonlight,
as sharp as a gorse bush
The icy wind brushes against her coat of warm fur
she stalks her prey like a jaguar
Her yellow eyes sparkle like a sapphire
she leaps high like a pogostick
When the sun begins to rise from the east,
she sneaks back through her catflap
and snuggles up to sleep on the soft cushions on Mum’s chair
by Oliver Peters (9yrs Russley School)
She howls like the wind,
As grey as an hb pencil,
She purrs like a train engine,
She’s as still as a statue
As wiggly as a worm
Her eyes are like cameras capturing everything we do
But she is my cat and I love her to bits!
by Lillia P (10yrs, Russley School)
Things That Wake You in the Night
Things that wake me in the night
The loud sound of dogs barking
fills my house.
drive past my garden
like a freight train.
Shivering with fear, will a ghost pirate
attack me any minute now?
The clock strikes midnight,
like a giant ringing bell.
Spooky alien spaceships
swarm around my house,
shining their bright lights,
on my comfy, cosy bed.
I quickly pull up my warm covers,
safe as a caterpillar in a cocoon.
Has this all been a dream?
Or has it all been true?
I don’t really care because
I’m going back to sleep.
by Henry P (aged 7, Russley School)
There was a tūī and it was old and free,
It came to my house to meet me.
The tūī and I went to Disneyland
Then we went to the beach and saw the sand.
A tūī’s as cool as a Lamborghini.
He looks like a white, blue and black Ferrari.
Charlie (7) St Francis School
He has a white pom pom on his neck.
His feathers are inky black with green and blue.
His whistle is loud as a train at night.
Eddie (8) St Francis School
When you walk deep through the forest
Where kiwi live there
You find kiwi looking for food, with their long beaks
Out walking at night
Even though they have tiny wings, they still can not fly.
They have feathers and their big fur.
They have a small population
Hunting through the woods
Sebastien (9) St Francis School
Louie the Tūī
I am a tūī with a blue body
I like to play a musical tune
With a tweet and a cheep cheep
Look at me go as I sing my wonderful song
We hear you from afar
We hear you from close up
As we stand at nanas and papas house by a big puriri tree
You live in a forest calling your family with a skauk and a tweet!
When you sing it makes me think…
you are the greatest singing star ever!
Olivia (7) St Francis School
P arrots are my favourite bird
A mazing and beautiful too
R ainbow coloured feathers that look like paintings
R eally clever because they can talk to you
O ne day you should go and I see some
T hey have them at the Zoo
S inging , squawking and whistling is their favourite thing to do.
Katija (8) St Francis School
Ocean poems: watch the video, write a poem, a day later add something to the poem
Ocean poem 1
Humming, swelling waves
Ripples of white caps
On the swirling surf
While waves caress the rocks
Water pushing in and out
Ocean breathing in and out
Under the same coloured sky
Ocean Poem 2
The ocean breathes in and out
Waves swelling up
And deflating again
The white caps lift up
To caress the rocky outcrop
While seagulls look on
Mesmerised by the ripples
As the water pulls back
Over their webbed feet
Daniel L (Age 11, year 7, Hadlow School)
A walk in the sea
The stars twinkled in the midnight sky.
The lighthouse shone a bright glistening light to the ships.
The sapphire sea felt icy.
I walked across the golden velvety sand.
The waves were rolling in.
I picked up a watery shell.
It l was cold and it smelled of sea salt.
The ocean echoed in my ears
rushing and rocking
The breeze brushed my hair
as pohutukawa trees waved gently.
The sky slowly turned pink and orange
as the sun slowly woke up.
Natsukie H Year 6 Fendalton Open-Air School
The sun gently warms us as we lie on the golden sands.
The blue sapphire sky is so bright above us.
We gaze at the beautiful sea, the sun’s reflection shining.
We begin to drift off to sleep.
Calm waves form and gently roll against the soft sand.
A sudden breeze delivers a smell of hot sausages
cooking on the barbecue.
Eliana G Year 6 Fendalton Open-air School
The salty breeze blows my hair out of my eyes
As darkness descends over the horizon
The rippling waves of the sea lap against my feet
Fish darting around the water
I wish I could stay in this moment forever.
Paige L Year 6 Fendalton Open-Air School
Going to the Sea
The waves were frantically swishing
like a jellyfish swinging it’s tentacles
I heard the seagulls soaring through the sky
The feeling of hot golden sand
squished through my toes
The sea water washed into my mouth
and it tasted like over salted chips
I’ll have to remember my surfboard
By Willow (Year 3 Russley School)
Waves crash like a gif which is never ending
Rocking waves bring back bad memories
Feet submerging into squishy sand
My face goes green when the waves rock the boat
Soaring seagulls hitchhike on the ocean gust
Spiky sea urchins lurk under the treacherous ocean
The tide unexpectedly washes over my feet
Pale electric blue bottles wait to sting
The majestic sound calms everyone down
Dangerous rips call me out to sea
The whitewash reminds me of cream in hot chocolates
Beautiful, but dangerous
by James dW (age 8 Russley School)