Hot tip: Try my September poetry challenge
Ti Kouka’s Year 5 and Year 6 students at St Francis School really enjoyed learning about poetry and nursery rhythms for my August challenge. They looked at Margaret Mahy’s A Summery Saturday Morning poem and changed the words but kept the four-line stanza.
I love Margaret’s book! I read it a thousand times to my girls when they were young.
I really loved reading all the poems the class sent in; such energy, such bouncing imaginations. I have picked four poems to share with you.
A Windy, Winter Wednesday
I wake when the wind started to blow
Started to blow, started to blow
All I hear is a crow
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then I saw a big, fat fly,
A big fat fly, a big fat fly
It soared up in the enormous, blue sky
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then I saw a wriggly spider,
A wriggly spider, a wriggly spider
It looked like it was a super glider
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then I saw a wee white mouse,
A wee white mouse, a wee white mouse
It crawled out of its tiny little house
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then I saw a colourful bird,
A colourful bird, a colourful bird
It started to get really absurd
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then I saw an agile, brisk, furry cat,
Furry cat, furry cat
It was wearing a large, plain, brown hat
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then I saw my teeny, grey dogs,
Teeny, grey dogs, teeny, grey dogs
At least I still had my slimy, green frogs
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then I saw my little brother,
My little brother, my little brother
He was out all alone with no other
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then they all started chasing each other,
Chasing each other, chasing each other
One by one they ducked for cover
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
Then my brother caught the dogs,
Caught the dogs, caught the dogs
Before they could leap over the logs
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
We rush inside and eat some tasty stew,
Tasty stew, tasty stew
We see icy snowflakes that flew
On a windy, winter Wednesday.
By Tommaso Year 5
A Mystic, Magic Morning
We meander outside with full hearts
With full hearts, with full hearts
Holding a shiny sword and our wrinkled cart
On a mystic, magic morning.
The wind howled and the snowflakes flew
Snowflakes flew, snowflakes flew
This world is cold but looks all new
On a mystic, magic morning.
My pig’s feet sloshed in the snow white path
Snow white path, snow white path
I was scared but I started to laugh
On a mystic, magic morning.
A roar shook a hanging sleet
A hanging sleet, a hanging sleet
My pig started to dramatically bleet
On a mystic, magic morning.
A lion jumped out of the hidden bush
The hidden bush, the hidden bush
Me and my pig squealed like a cow that’s been pushed
On a mystic, magic morning.
He landed with a giant thud
A giant thud, a giant thud
After that he splashed me with mud
On a mystic, magic morning.
We ran as fast as our feet could take us
Feet could take us, feet could take us
When I looked back I wished for a bus
On a mystic magic morning.
In the distance we saw our small house
Saw our small house, saw our small house
As we ran we saw a louse
On a mystic, magic morning.
We slammed the door hard behind us
Hard behind us, hard behind us
We ate our food without any fuss
On a mystic, magic morning.
By Oliver Year 5
On a Sandy Sunday Morning
Dashing into the waves with the surfboard under my arm
under my arm, under my arm,
The water is clear and mostly calm
On a sandy Sunday morning.
I stab into the calm blue crystal water riding my board
Riding my board, riding my board
I feel like I’m a Knight in shining armour holding my sword
on a sandy Sunday morning.
As I’m furiously paddling, I get stung by a jellyfish bobbing
Stung by a jellyfish bobbing, stung by a jellyfish bobbing
Feeling tough but my left arm is throbbing.
on sandy Sunday morning.
I turned my surfboard around and bolt back into shore
bolt back into shore, bolt back into shore,
Spotting a lifeguard, I let him know my arm is sore
on a sandy Sunday morning.
The man points me up the club rooms stairs for a shower
for a shower, for a shower
Feeling relieved, I stayed under for an hour
On a sandy Sunday morning.
by Quinn Year 6 Student
On a Mystic Monday Morning
I can’t wait to go to Spain,
go to Spain, go to Spain.
We are departing on our plane.
On a Mystic Monday morning.
We just saw a huge fly,
Saw a huge fly, saw a huge fly.
It took all my brother’s pie.
On a Mystic Monday morning.
The baby began to cry, cry, cry
cry, cry, cry,
The parents began to sigh, sigh, sigh.
On a Mystic Monday morning.
The stranger began to drink his coke,
drink his coke, drink his coke.
I think he might even choke.
On a Mystic Monday morning.
We are starting to descend,
To descend, to descend.
I have made a new friend .
On a Mystic Monday morning.
The seatbelts began to click, click, click,
To click, click, click
Pablo is feeling very sick.
On a Mystic Monday morning.
By Dani
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