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Poetry Box April challenge: Some favourite sun and moon poems

The other night I stayed up late to watch the blood-red super moon and it was magnificent. I sat out in the cold and watched the bright light turn to salmon and brick red. Such beauty. This morning I took this photo of the moon in the sky while the sun shone on the marshmallow clouds. Beautiful.

I recently reviewed Melinda Szymanik’s gorgeous picture book Moon & Sun and it inspired me to do this challenge!

I so loved reading all your poems with the sun and the moon and I felt very sad I couldn’t post them all. I could tell how much you all love writing. It shows! Thank you so much for sharing them with me.

This is not a competition but I am giving a copy of my book Groovy Fish to Elise (Ilam School), Sylvie (Westmere School), Chloe (St Andrews School) and Penelope (Richmond Rd School).

I do hope you try my June challenge – I am very excited about this one and can’t wait to see what you write. I am posting it on June 1st! Please don’t send me Google Doc links as I can’t read them!

The poems

The sun and the moon

The sun is a ball
The moon is a banana
So bright at the beach
At night

Elise C, Year 2, age 6, Ilam School

The light and night

The sun shines bright

The moon glows in the night

The sun shines bright

Battling for brightness or darkness

To cover the world

Neither are right

People like bright and night

The sun shines bright

Max Dixon age 8 year 4 Ilam School

Recipe for a moon and sun

To start off get some dark matter

Then some gas from a supernova

Wait for some billions of years

Watch it burst into flames all over

Next, gather some rock from outer space

Then carefully mould it into place

Bake in the heat of the sun

Wait ‘til it’s dusty

Then you’ll know it’s done!

We recommend you take care of this Moon and Sun.

‘Cos you can’t make another one.

Charlotte, Age: 12, Y 8, Selwyn House School


an eclipse blocks the sun

a sudden gust through the crust

an eclipse blocks the sun

bad luck for everyone 

shops closing down

the sun dawning now

an eclipse blocks the sun

Amanjeet, Year 6 age 10, Ilam School

The moon and stars bright

Singing each other  to sleep

The moon and stars bright 

I sit under them

I wish I was up there with them

They look down at me 

The  moon and stars bright 

Nalani W, Age 8  Yr 4, School St Andrews Collage

Hot dawn

the sun and moon

share breakfast

between a cherry tree

Chloe, age: 8  Year 4, St Andrew College

The Sun and The Moon

A bright yellow orb shines in the sky.

Leading plants to grow.

After a day’s work,

I retire to my den, 

And let my sister

Have a go instead.

A dazzling sphere,

Hangs alternatively there.

The stars dance behind me,

But they are no match for me.

Carolyn X, Age: 10, Fendalton Open-Air School

How to make a sun and moon cake

Pick up a teaspoon and fill it

with sunshine.

Slop in a glistening, rainbow sunset.

Pour in some scents of

a lavender bush.

Cut up some moon cheese and throw it all in.

Grab a cup and pour in some 

Chuckles, laughter, fun.

Lure in one gaze at the

bright, bold moon.

Stir in some wet grass and

put it in the oven.

Now you have a sun and moon cake.

Alice, age 9, Year 5, Selwyn House School

Sun and Moon

I am a lonely blob high up in space. 

People think I’m yellow, though I’m really white.

Shining brightly in the day then I go at night.

Beaming my white light on the earth.

Then I take my brother’s place,

High up in the starry space.

Crystal, Age 10, Year: 5, Fendalton Open-air School

Sun vs Moon

The days go by as the 

Moon and sun have their battles

both want the sky 

They refuse to share 

So day and night

They just fight and fight.

Sometimes the sky varies,

From light to dark,

when it’s dark the moon wins,

And the world goes gloomy,

 when it’s light the sun wins,

And shares the warm happiness.

But when one loses a battle,

Say the moon takes over,

The sun will sit and watch,

Then will cry in the sky,

as the tears drip from clouds,

And makes the world go damp.

And when the sun wins,

The moon goes mad,

And causes chaos in the sky,

So the sun shields the world with ease,

The sun is most loved,

By the birds in the trees.

The bats are all booing, 

as the sun wins again,

The kiwis, owls and rats,

Go to their burrows.

Sun vs moon is a very troubled time,

But they both take turns around the world. 

Holly, age 9. Year 5, Westmere School


One blazing and dazzling

Other gloomy and usual

Both Brightly shining over the land at day and night

Keeping the light around 

Making sure we see

Both Brightly shining over the land at day and night

Sun and Moon,

Sister and brother

Both Brightly shining over the land at day and night

Leona K, age 11, Y 8, Selwyn House School

The Star and the Small Bit of Earth

The hot summer sun with its blinding light.

 The crater-filled moon in the cold of night. 

Under the sun you eat ice cream.

Under the moon you have peaceful dreams.

Sylvie F, age 10, Westmere School


The ruru’s chirps fill the sky

As the moon rises.

Behind you, the sun slowly sets behind the soft swaying sea.

The bats swoop in front of the moon.

And a smile spreads across your face.

Emily, age 10, Westmere School

Sun and Moon

Beautiful sunset beaming with orange colour,

the bright orange sea.

Black as midnight sky,

with the moon beaming with light 

but all alone in the void.

Meer, age 10, Year 6, Ilam School

Ra me te Marama

Orange moon,

Orange leaves,

Dancing through the wind

Brighton Beach

His hokey pokey ice cream

Melting the sand

Tilly, 12 years old, Selwyn House School

Sun and Moon

The moon and sun never see each other.

Only at dawn.

Only at dusk.

My question is


Mia C, age: 11, Palmerston North Intermediate Normal School

My sun moon day

I wake up in glee 

the sun is shining at me.

Time for the park 

I see a dog near.

I get in the car we get there.

We get ice cream 

it melts in my hand.

I eat all my cold ice cream

 it cools me down.

I swing on the monkey bars and slide down the slide.

It’s time to go it’s getting late.

I come home half asleep 

i didn’t even get to eat.

The moon is shining bright as a light.

I climb my way into bed. 

By the moon I am led.

Cold wind a bright moon

 just one of those cold nights.

The moon the sun they are one.

Mia, age 9, Y 5, Selwyn House School

Light and Dark

Sun and moon

Moon and sun

Light and dark

Dark and light

Loud and quiet

Quiet and loud

Happy and calm

Calm and happy

Night and day

Day and night

Dawn and dusk

Dusk and dawn

Stars and clouds

Clouds and stars

Cheers and snores

Snores and cheers

Gold and silver

Silver and gold

Play and sleep

Sleep and play

Fire and stone 

Stone and fire

Brother and sister

Sister and brother

Both together

Light and dark   

Penelope, age: 9, Richmond Road School

The Night the Sun Disappeared

Moon light poured into the cracks,

the door closed

and smothered everything in darkness.

People still remember

the light golden spray

when they open the curtains. 

They whisper, “ Sun show yourself.”

But the sun never does.

Lucy, age 10, Y 6, Selwyn House School


Long ago

There were thousands of planets.

A lot of them

Joined together

To make one hot sun.

The others

Joined together

To make one moon.

The moon

Tormented the sun.

The sun cried;

Her tears

Were bits of planets

That flew away

Got colder

Turned white

And formed hundreds of stars.

The moon

And the sun


At peace.

Josie, age 9, Ilam School

Sun and Moon

The Sun.

A vast ball of fire.

You can’t look at it.

Bathing in its warmth,

Without the sun no plants would grow and everything would die.

The Moon.

There is no oxygen.

If an asteroid crashed right behind you wouldn’t even hear it.

A magnetic grey,

With cavernous craters.

Sometimes you can see the moon at daytime.

The sun and moon are like brother and sister.

Day and night.

Harry, aged 9, Y 5,  Saint Kentigern Boys School

Sun and Moon

The moon shines in


when all the kids are


The sun is at its


when kids are happy 



Lea, age 8, Richmond Road School

The Sun and the Moon

The two brothers.

The sun shining bright

in the day.

The moon glowing bright 

in the night.

Sascha, 8, Richmond Road School

Poetry Box review: Hannah Gold’s The Last Bear

The Last Bear, Hannah Gold, illustrated by Levi Pinfold, HarperCollins, 2021

What a delicious book to read on a gloomy Sunday with nowhere to go but into the warm glow of a story. Hannah Gold’s debut junior novel is a treat. The sentences are crafted so very beautifully, but the memorable beauty lies in human behaviour: friendship, compassion, caring, determination, inventiveness.

Winner of the Kate Greenaway Medal, Levi Pinfold’s illustrations are exquisite as you can see by the cover. A perfect match for the story.

April Wood’s mum died when she was four. She lives in a house with her father: ‘It was tall and thin and looked ever so slightly unhappy around the edges, and inside it always felt cold’. Her dad is a scientist studying weather patterns. He works very very hard and keeps odd unpredictable hours. She spends most of her time in the back garden where a family of foxes offer endless fascination.

One day April’s father gets a job on an island in the Arctic Circle for six months, and she gets to go too. All her hopes of more father time are squashed because her father seems to work even harder studying the weather patterns. So April gets to go exploring. She gets to go exploring out in the wild and the cold of an arctic island for a whole summer. April the explorer. April the curious.

Her father says she is just like her mother and the best word for them is a Norwegian word: Friluftsliv finding joy in the great outdoors. They both love wild life.

One day, against all odds, against everything it says in the books, April is sure she spots a polar bear in the distance. It is not ruining the story to say that after days of looking she discovers it is indeed a real live polar bear. A real live polar bear who is hungry and lonely and wounded. April has to dig deep into herself to decide what to do next. And that is the story I am not sharing and spoiling for you. That is the delight and warm glow of reading and letting it unfold for yourself.

All good books make you feel and make you think. And that is exactly what The Last Bear does. You think (and feel!) about the damaged planet, about threatened wildlife, about what it is to be brave and stand up for what you believe in, about a young girl whose father is too too busy to spend much time with her. All this and so much more.

I am so hoping you will a find a copy of this glorious book and get reading – whatever the weather patterns are like outside. BECAUSE IT IS GLORIOUS!

Hannah Gold worked in the film and magazine industries before taking time out to pursue her dream of writing. She lives in Lincolnshire with her tortoise, her cat and her husband. This is her middle grade debut.

HarperCollins page

Poetry Box in Featherston: Magnetic Poetry

What fun to do poetry with children in Featherston (and some mums who joined in too!). I read some of my poems, we made up long long snaking poems, we made up poems using our ears, and we made up poems using our eyes. I loved the way everyone joined in and the pens went scratching like tiny poetry mice on the paper. A SPECIAL DAY!

So a big thank you to all the children (and mums) who filled the room with a poetry glow – I was still glowing as I drove over the Rimutaka range on Monday and flew home! I was waiting for someone to ask what my glow was all about, so I could say it was a Featherston Booktown glow from all the poems the children wrote.

I am so sorry not all my photos turned out so I have just shared a few with you! Honey-rose only half your Platywawa poem was in the photo!

Here are a few of the poems

Animals Are Fun

The Snake

I’m a slithery snake

I’m a slow shedding snake

I’m a red banded snake

I’m a mountain dwelling snake

I’m a dynamic ssssssing snake

I’m an awesome smelling snake

I’m a LONG snake

Isaac, age 9, St Teresa School


I’m tiny teeny chihuahua

I’m a sleepy weepy chihuahua

I’m a fat rat chihuahua

I’m a kind windy chihuahua

I’m a cheeky sneaky chihuahua

Honey-rose, age 9, St Teresa School

I’m a Horse

I’m a lightning speedy horse

I’m a stinky muddy horse

I’m a raspberry lemonade horse

I’m a loving loving pretty horse

Sarah, age 8, Queen Margaret College


I’m a sausage roll cat

I’m a pink polka dot cat

I’m an orange stripy cat

I’m a crunchy munchy cat

I’m a sweet lolly cat

I’m a loved loved cat

Evie, age 8, Greytown School


The cat is stripy and fluffy

and cute and a good cat.

Emilia, age 6, Featherston School

Imaginary Animals


The lizarpus likes to eat the fungi

The lizarpus doesn’t like to eat pie

The lizarpus likes to eat chocolate

The Lizarpus likes to drink juice

The lizarpus likes rocks

The lizaropus swims in the sea

The lizarpus loves clouds

The lizarpus is AWESOME!

Isaac, age 9, St Teresa School

The Sniger

A sniger likes to eat meat

A sniger likes to play catch the ball

A sniger likes to slide and snooze

And you have to watch out for its tail

or you might turn into kale!

India, age 7, Featherston School


Eletamus grow in the forest

Bathes in the mud

Plays with sparkling sequins

East dry hay

Elatamus makes your day

Azalea, age 7, St Teresa School

The Snakog

The snakog likes to eat mouse

and tigers.

The snakog likes to play

with his ball.

Lulu, age 8, Queen Margaret College

And some picture poems for our mums

My Mum

Long silky black hair,
Smile as wide as the sun,

Eyes as brown as cocoa,

Eyebrows as dark as the midnight sky,
Posture proud as the sun.