Category Archives: NZ Children’s poetry

An April-May challenge on Poetry Box: season your poem



You may also like to try my two challenges hiding in my Gecko Press books post. Please put ‘GECKO’ or ‘Lizard and Snake’ in the subject line so I don’t get in a SPAGHETTI muddle!


The April-May challenge:  Writer an AUTUMN poem.


A HOT tip for the CHALLENGE:

You have longer to work on these poems because I am going to be off-line until mid May!

I won’t read your poems until then!!!!

Try to hold onto the poem and look at it a week or so later.

Try listening to your poem to see which words you love and which words you might like to change.

I love every season and I love seasoning my poems with seasons.

Play with my suggestions!



Some ideas:

Collect autumn words and make a pattern in your poem.

Collect the sounds of autumn.

Show autumn out your window or in your back garden.

Use words to take a photo of autumn.

Tell an autumn story in a poem. Listen to how it sounds when you read it.

Show autumn weather. Collect 30 words first. Or 20. Or 10. Or 5.

Write an autumn list poem.

Make an autumn shape poem (a leaf, a bare tree, autumn vegetables and so on) and send a photo.

Write a poem with a friend, alternating lines.

Make the first line the same as the last.

Choose a strong autumn word to repeat through your poem.

Play with how many words go on the line.

Write an autumn poem with NO adjectives. * A book for someone who does this beautifully*

Write an autumn poem with strong verbs.

Try three different endings for me to see.

Try three different first lines for me to see.

Hide a mood in your poem.

Collect your favourite autumn things. Put them in your poem.


Deadline: May 5th

I will post:  May 10th or 11th

Send to:

Include: your name, age, year, school AND put autumn poem in subject line please!


h a v e     f u n



t h i s  n o t  a competition  b u t

a way to challenge yourself as a poet!


have extra STUPENDOUS  fun!




Some of my favourite small poems

Wow! What a lot of small poems arrived in my email box from all over New Zealand.  Thank you! I could tell you all loved playing with words for this challenge.


Remember  … poetry is all about P L A Y

and there are no set  R U L E S!


It was so hard picking a few to post because I loved them all. So inventive, so musical, so imaginative, so thoughtful, so image-strong, so mysterious, so moody, so chewy, so GOOD to read.

I have tried to pick a bundle of poems that are all different!

I will send a book to Olevia and Lily Jean at Richmond Road School and Bhumi at Marshall Laing Primary School. Remember this is a challenge to spark your writing not a competition – and I just share a few books each time because I love sharing books.


You might like to look back at my Gecko post and hunt for the two secret challenges.  I have two Gecko books to give away (thank you Gecko Press!). I WON’T BE READING YOUR POEMS UNTIL MAY, so if I were you, I’d wait to send them and read them again. Listen to your poem after a week or so and see what needs changing.


Tomorrow I will post the April/May challenge.


S o m e      s m a l l      p o e m s:



The Moon
A single
light shines
in the
pitch black,
night sky

Emily, age 12, Year 8, Selwyn House School


Slowly growing and uncurling,
An artwork in itself

Finn, Ilam Primary School Year 6 Age 10


My Snuggly

My snuggly

Has as many

Holes as a minefield

And red strings

Hanging from the corners

Like balloon strings.

William Age: 9 years Year 5, St Andrews College, Christchurch


Family Tree

family is
like a tree.
Our branches
grow in
directions, our
roots remain
as one.

Lily-Jean  age 10 Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School



As hot as burning ash.
As wild as an erupting volcano.
The smell is like burning rubber.

Silvano  Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School



The horseshoe

Rusted into darkness

Slowly fading, flaking off piece by piece

metal dying.

Jenna Year 7, St Andrew’s College




One day I

was staring at

a river, then

the Sun shone

into my eyes.

Tilly, age 8, Selwyn House School, Christchurch



Just Wondering…

I wonder

If on the tundra

You need a bandana

Like on the savannah?


I wonder

If a tundra

Is a savannah

In disguise?

Gemma  L Age 11 Year 7, Adventure School





Jada  Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School




The moon looks at his river reflection. He frowns.

By Ruby Age: 8 years, Selwyn House School, Christchurch



Snorkeling Bay

Under the sea
I watch a hoki
polish a paua shell
until it shines like stained glass.

Joshua 12yrs Medbury School, Christchurch




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My Cat Moose

A ragdoll named Moose,
asleep on the couch.
Outside it’s a bright sunny day,
rolling this way then that,
a mixture of white and

Sofia N, Year 6, Age 10, Westmere School



The Jumping Door

A door jumped up the hill
It ripped over a rock
That sent it
Into the air.

 Brian H, 6 years, Ilam School



breeze. Palm
trees. Waves roll
in and

Rita P, Year 6, Age 10, LS7 Westmere School


The Rain
The rain
pattered loudly
on the
roof all
night. Now
we awake
to the
sun shining

Emily Cox, Selwyn House School, Age: 12 Year: 8



The arrival of night

Wave of night
Light so slight
Stars’ bright rays
Not to stay
Day comes again
Night’s at its end

Frank Age: 10  Ilam School



The Fall

Shoe lace.
Shoe lace race.
Trip, fall,

Hugo M, Year 6, Age 10, Westmere School



Mountain Sunrise

The golden, pink sunrise,
creeps up behind the mountain,
making the snow, gleam pink.

Kate Gourley Age: 11 Year: 8, Selwyn House School




Bone-chilling dark.
Snow, skiing, scary.
Casserole, duvet,

Stan U, Year 6, age 10, Westmere School




As the
shining light
creeps through
the leaves,
I wake.

Honor age 9, Selwyn House School



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Jasmine, Age 10, Gladstone School




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Daniel Age 8, Year 4, Adventure School


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By Bhumi, age 9, Year 5, Marshall Laing Primary School




over a bump
through the air
the pond

Paris T, 12, year 8, Carmel College.




Falling leaves.
Gold falling leaves.
Crispy leaves…

Indiko K, Year 6, Age 10, Westmere School



The Tree

Minty green leaves,
Flutter in the wind,
Falling onto the grass.

Sina, age 9,  Fendalton Open Air



My Pillow
Fluffy and soft
to sleep
drifting off

By Aimee B Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School



They trot and plot
in vigorous ways
they run and eat
all through the day.

By Maddison W Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School



twisting and dancing
in some ways they’re prancing.

By Ella K, Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School



Shooting Star
flying over the
sparkling sea
Then it was gone.

By Xanthee A Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School


The Shoes

The lace shoes shine bright where they stand

The emerald buttons beautiful as gold

Hopefully they’ll be found.

By Emily, age 8, St Andrews School


Tip toe

Howling wind
Dancing light beams
Trembling hands
Eerie silence disguising the night…

By Michaella, Carmel College




Sprinting, splashing,
Through the mud,

Slipping, landing,
Through the mud,

Rustling, crunchy,
Crispy leaves,

Drinking water,
From the streams.

Phyllis Age:12  Year:8 Carmel College


The Campfire

Fire flickered
Children shone with joy
Voices danced
Along with the night
The campfire would forever
Be in their hearts

Alex W Age: 12 Year Level: Year 8, Carmel College



May sadness be less
and happiness be more,
but nothing but your dreams
sail through your door.

Olevia age 9 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School


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Poetry Box Summer Poems for the first day of Summer


Today is officially the first day of summer – I look out my window and see little patches of blue sky – I see my vegetable garden growing crazy fast with all the rain – I see our cats rolling on the warm gravel – I see our dog Molly sleeping in the shade.

I love every season.

I am always sad to say goodbye to winter because I love fires and winter food.

I am always happy to say hello to summer because I love swimming at the beach – eating summer fruit and veggies – wearing shorts and Tshirts – doing heaps of things outside.


Thanks for ALL the wonderful summer poems. I filled with a summery mood reading them all.

I have picked JUST a few to post. I am sending a copy of The Letterbox Cat to Ms McNaughton’s class at Methven School as they sent in a terrific bunch of summer poems. Thanks also to all the poem bundles sent by teachers from Adventure School, St Patrick’s School and Huapai School. Wonderful. Great job poetry fans!

I am also sending a copy to Kingston.


t h a n k  y o u    f o r    k i c k i n g    o f f

s u m m e r       w i t h     p o e m s

x    P a u l a






O the wonderful activities of summer

Surfing and swimming,

Playing in the sun.

And O the wonderful foods of summer

Hotdogs and ice-cream,

We’ve barely begun.

Yet, the most wonderful things of summer

Are family and friends

Having lots of fun.

By Andy A, Age 10, Year 6, Methven School


A day in the life of a crab

As the light peeks through my castle

It’s time to re-enter the seaside

The sun greets me

People with hats

Kids splashing

Barbeque’s burning

Pohutakawa swaying

My nippers are ready

For a curious kid

A nosy adult

An intrigued tourist


As the sun fades

The people have gone

I’m alone once more

The waves spill their last

I return to my castle.

By Emily W, Age 10, Year 6, Methven School


Fish ‘n’ chips

Stuck inside paper

A burst of light

A feel of a hand

Touches my crispy batter

Chips surround me

Handful after handful

Blood red sauce smothers

An open cavity

A row of teeth

I go down a black hole

By Jack F, Age 10, Year 5, Methven School


Winter’s Escape

I see

the white-caped waves

washing up

my newly made

golden sandcastle

I feel

the heat of the sand

burning my back

By Cooper P, Age 10, Year 5 Methven School




Spring ends
And summer starts
Flowers bloom
Animals play
Babies are born filling the fields’
The sweet scent of summer filled the air
Children swarm out the door
Every one including me
The golden sand tickles my feet
I know that summer is here!

Emma, age 9, Fendalton School




beaches waves so cold,
is an ice cream now it’s sold.
soaring through the sky,
clouds never cry.
are crashing,
the fish are splashing.
Pink, purple,
and green
the colours going together
make summer better.
so nice drinks with ice.
sun so bright,
takes the dark away at night.
pools not too deep,
is my summer to keep.

Madeline, age 9, St Patrick’s School, Masterton



in the sun and I’m ready to have some fun.
the sparkling waves getting out to look at caves.
a refreshing bun out of the sun.
in the sun bringing  joy to everyone.

Mirron, age 11, St Patrick’s School, Masterton

The birds are chirping sweet songs,
butterflies are flying in the clear air,
the grass is green freshly mowed,
chicks grow their sweet soft feathers,
hearing the sounds make me joyful,
strawberries are out yummy,
in the park.

Name Umi Age :10 School: Ilam School


Christmas time has come
Lobster on the table
Trains pass, we wave
Waves crash on the shore,
10 meters from the house.
Spiders lounge in surrounding woods
Blue house
Meg, border collie rushes, chasing air.
Red house, right next door.
Renters stay, we take the precious moments, before we move out.
Paua shells litter the ground.
The smell of a beach, salty, fresh,
The buzzing of stingless bees,
Pick them up,
Play with them,
Observe them.

Lucy J, 13 years old, Selwyn House School. Lucy sent this poem in before the earthquakes.



The Beach
Down on the beach
is a big tall tree.
Waves blowing onto the sand
And people surfing at the beach.
Watery sand
in the big calm sea.
Seagulls flying
across the blue sunny sky.
Dogs chasing
the big green ball.
Spiders at the car
spinning their spider webs.
Sand castles,
blown by the sand
And waves bowling them away.

Down on the beach
people are climbing
the big tall tree.
Waves blowing to the sand
and people surfing in the calm sea.
Seagulls flying
across the big blue sky.
Let’s have a
good time at the beach.
by Jennifer, age 8, Year 3, Huapai School



I can swim in shallow water.
When I touch the bottom of the water,
it feels muddy.
When I smell the muddy sand,
it smells like a pot of rubbish.
When I touch the sand, it feels sticky.
When I put water on my hand,
and I put sand on my hand,
the sand will stick
on my hand.

by Kingston, Year 1, Huapai District School



Horizontal rain pelts against the windows

Wild winds push like bullies

People put on puffer jackets

Yeah… it’s summer in Wellington

Gemma L, Age 10, Year 6, Adventure School




The Stargazing Rock

Around the corner, up behind the house
Where the bending willows grow
Across the glistening stream
On a cool summer evening
The stars all a shine
The grass soft and dewy
The maples in a line
With a skip and a hop
And a wade through the stream
You can get to the stargazing rock

Not in winter
When even the stars shimmer with cold
When the stream is high
And the current strong

Only in summer
When the water is low
And warm to bare toes
The grass is soft
The ferns new
The rock still slightly warm
And the farm is laid out
Below your feet like patchwork
You can feel it’s a magic night

Bring the blanket
And the lemonade
We might want some chocolate
We’ll be caught if we try for the ice cream

Put it in the basket
Check our parents aren’t looking
Off we go

Keep up
Duck the brambles
Almost there
Don’t trip
Here we are

Now at the top
Spread out the blanket
Pass around our stolen treats

When the clock strikes midnight
And the shadows are long
Bare feet patter and twirl
Beneath the heavens
Filled with stars

But morning is upon us
It’s time to sneak home
We don’t want to get caught
So back to bed we go
Sylvie, Sapphira and me

But now Sylvie’s grown too old
For such games
And Sapphira’s moved to Nepal
So now there’s none at all
To go up on a summer night
None except for me

by Sarah-Kate S, age 11, homeschooled






Some poems with pictures from Y1 and 2 at Adventure School:

by Cyrus:

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by Luca:

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Children write from the Earthquake: ‘Enormes Shaks!’

The other day I invited children experiencing quake shudders in New Zealand to write some poems. I have posted the invitation below in case you are in the mood to write. I will be sending out some comfort book packs.


Franka wrote this almost-acrostic poem the morning after the earthquake. She goes to Newtown School in Wellington and is six. Her mum wrote the version under it.

Enormes Shaks!

Enormes Shaks!
Ratl the wendos
Todles are shaking
Hot fies berning out
Chilgrin in bed awak
Anamls are fritid
Kitty croching low
Shated glas ol ova walitin
Intresting stores on the nwse
No! It’s to shaky.
Lowahat is in danga.
O how scry
Repd blbings ant sath!

by Franka Moleta, 14 November 2016

Enormous Shakes!
Rattle the windows
Toddlers are shaking
Hot fires burning out
Children in bed awake
Animals are frightened
Kitty crouching low
Shattered glass all over Wellington
Interesting stories on the news
No! It’s too shaky
Lower Hutt is in danger.
Oh, how scary
Ripped buildings aren’t safe.





Writing from the Earthquake

You might write about the sounds, what moved, what it reminded you of. You might write about something good that happened like I did (see below). You might try writing a really really small poem or a longer poem with lots of details.

You might want to write about something else to take your mind off things like shudders and storms.

send to Include name age year school. I will have The Letterbox Cat for some children and a comfort packs  of books for others (books are comforting too!). I will post some on NOW ON and during the following weeks.

Children write from the Earthquake: ‘Earthquaked Animals’ and ‘Mother Nature’s Wrath’

The other day I invited children experiencing quake shudders in New Zealand to write some poems. I have posted the invitation below in case you are in the mood to write. I will be sending out some comfort book packs.


Gemma and Daniel sent this letter and their poems in this morning:


Hi Paula

Here are Daniel’s and my earthquake poems.  It has certainly been an exciting time with shakes and floods and tornadoes.  But now we are feeling a bit over it and exhausted!

Thank you for giving us the chance to write about it.  Daniel has been writing lots about the earthquake because it really helps him.

From Gemma (and Daniel)



Earthquaked Animals


Stranded cows surf on a new island

Sheep gone forever

A colony of seals looks for a new home

Dazed dogs lost and confused

Hens keep their eggs to themselves

Birds refuse to sing


And at my house

A little cat is glued to my side

Pointed ears up

Eyes glowing like headlamps


By Daniel L, age 8, Adventure School, Whitby




Mother Nature’s Wrath


Mother Nature

Enraged by how we treat our earth

Shakes us like a milkshake

Trying to make us understand

Then she cries

Her tears flood the broken earth

She sighs in desperation

Her breath tears trees from their roots

Her fury not finished

Until we have been put firmly in our place


By Gemma L, age  10, Adventure School, Whitby




Writing from the Earthquake

You might write about the sounds, what moved, what it reminded you of. You might write about something good that happened like I did (see below). You might try writing a really really small poem or a longer poem with lots of details.

You might want to write about something else to take your mind off things like shudders and storms.

send to Include name age year school. I will have The Letterbox Cat for some children and a comfort packs  of books for others (books are comforting too!). I will post some on NOW ON and during the following weeks.







You might write about the sounds, what moved, what it reminded you of. You might write about something good that happened like I did (see below). You might try writing a really really small poem or a longer poem with lots of details.


You might want to write about something else to take your mind off things like shudders and storms.

You just might not be in the mood. That’s ok!


send to Include name age year school. I will have The Letterbox Cat for some children and a comfort packs  of books for others (books are comforting too!). I will post some on Friday 18th November and during the following weeks.

The Gecko Press Annual is a sumptuous swirl and it got me puzzling (and there’s a challenge with a book voucher for you!)

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Annual edited by Kate De Goldi and Susan Paris, Gecko Press, 2016


(pitched at 9 to 12 year olds)


If I had opened the Gecko Press Annual when I was ten I would have jumped a jig of joy under the Christmas tree.

I would have loved the bright orange cover, the gold floating leaves and bird.

I would have loved the sumptuous swirl of words and illustrations inside that meant before I read I would have to do an awful lot of looking.


When I was ten, I would have wanted the Annual to last and last for a whole year. I wouldn’t have known what to read first. Probably the poems first and the activities second.


Now that I am way-old, I still need to look at the Annual for ages before I start reading it.

This is because the Annual is very very beautiful. It is a very special book.


There are three poems written by poets (Jenny Bornholdt, Tim Upperton and James Brown) who usually write adult poetry books. I am a big fan of their poetry. There is also a handful of ninja-rhyme poems by Michael Petherick. The poems are like chalk and cheese. They give you  different feelings as you read. One is thoughtful and slightly mysterious, one is madcap crazy and one is like a wonky funny found poem that is all made-up.

I find the whole question of children’s poetry fascinating -as you know! Some people say when you write a poem it should be for anyone – child or adult. This is a very popular point of view. Most poets I know think like this. I guess I feel like a fish out of water because when I write poems for children, my head fills with all the children in all the schools I visit and I feel like I am writing for them. As I write, I am wanting the words to be so infectious that children will want to jump for joy and race out and read and write poems. They feel ALIVE with poetry.


p o e t r y   is a   wan   der     playground for children


When I write poems for adults, I write for myself first. I am not writing because I want adults to jump for joy and race out and read and write poems. I don’t think about the reader at all. It all seems very different and mysterious and puzzling.

… so the Annual got me thinking about writing poems … and where I fit as a poet


For the annual, the poets were given starting points for their poems – as everybody in the Annual was (a bit like I do on Poetry Box!). This what happens now for School Journals.

So it’s not a book where people send in what they have written – but a book where authors  (and comics, and illustrators and all the rest) are commissioned to do something in particular. I think that gives the Annual a particular feel. A special feel. Like an exhibition with a curator. Not a lucky dip.


There are so many different kinds of things in the Annual, it is like a magnificent magic box. You might fall upon a painting or a photograph or a comic strip or a very cool craft idea from the fabulous Fifi Colston.


My favourite story is from one of my favourite NZ children’s authors, Barbara Else: ‘Tingirl and the Crying Time.’ The story features Assistant Squint with apple stuck in his teeth, Madam Upright with a tooth that glinted silver and Tingirl who yearns to turn into a Realgirl. Oh so imaginative and deliciously written, it will make you think about robots in a whole new light. Wonderful! Gorgeous illustrations by Kieran Rynhart.


I also loved Paul Beavis‘s guide to visual storytelling. Do I want to give it a go? Yes!!!!


….. have I read the whole Annual? No! Have I tried all the activities? No! I am like that ten year-old girl because I want to make the Annual last and last.



I would love to post some reviews by children of the Annual.  Give it a go! send your review to

Include your name, year, age and school

Put Annual review in email subject line

I will have a book voucher for my favourite review and a copy of The Letterbox cat for another reviewer.

Deadline :  November 1oth

October Poetry Challenge: some favourite imaginative poems

… I am bit late posting these as I have in bed with a sore throat …

What a lot of fun you had using your imaginations – to get them sizzling and bouncing and popping in poems. Sometimes the poems made me laugh out loud. But imaginative poems can also be thoughtful, show you different ways of seeing the world. Invent worlds. Imagine how other people do things.

I couldn’t post all the amazing poems – so here is a selection of some I enjoyed.

I am sending a copy of The Letterbox Cat to Oscar and to the class at Greenhithe School.

Do try my last challenge of the year that I am posting tomorrow.

I posted Daniel’s poem first as I loved the way he imagined a world with no imagination!


Without Imagination

Imagine a world

Without imagination

There would be no inventions

No new things

No modifications

No songs

No pictures

No stories

No adventures

No fun at all

I am glad I cannot imagine

A world without imagination

 By Daniel L, Age 8, Year 3, Adventure School, Wellington


I got a terrific bunch of poems from Greenhithe School. They all zinged with imagination. What great fun you had writing these! Here are just a few:


Have a Look

A moment in time

is like a lime sitting still

on the windowsill.

The sun is brightening

As the lime is ripening.

Then the moment passes.

By Ferguson Mc, Age 10, Year 5, Glenhithe School


When the Pie Danced with the Tie


The pie danced with the tie when the bread turned red

The pie danced with the tie when a rock ate the clock

The pie danced with the tie when my hand joined a band

The pie danced with the tie when Jill ate the hill.

But did those things really happen?


The pie never danced with the tie.

By Maria S, Age 10 years, Year 5, Glenhithe School


Brussel Sprout Land

What if the world was made of brussel sprouts?

People would be passing out

from the smell.

You wouldn’t be able to write.

You wouldn’t be able to play a ball sport because the ball would keep disintegrating.

Your house would keep rolling around and

you wouldn’t be able to watch TV.

Just a brussel sprout.

By James D, Age 9, Year 5, Greenhithe School


And here are some poems from all over New Zealand:


I went to bed and closed my eyes
and I saw red and suddenly my bed
lifted off the ground and my room turned
oval round.

I floated out of bed and through the ceiling
and saw rainbows and werewolves and foxes and monsters.
Suddenly I dropped back through the ceiling and my Mum peeked
through the door and told me off for making too much noise.

Oscar Mc, Age 8, Fendalton Primary School


Coloured World

If the sky was green
What about the trees?
Would they be green too?
Or would they be blue?

Would the seas be purple?
Or would that make everyone gurgle?
Would they revolt,
With orange lightning bolts?

If the sun was indigo
Would we need some mistletoe
Made out of red teacups,
Brewed by Monkeys DeluxeⓇ?

So I must say,
Be careful on your way,
In hope you don’t meet,
Some flowers with very yellow feet.

By Freya D, age 12, Tamatea Intermediatee, Napier




Hands gripping pencils,

breaking through paper.

Imagination racing.

Words into sentences,

sentences into paragraphs,

paragraphs into stories.

This is writing.

Jonathon Y, Gladstone School, Auckland


What If?

What if the world was made of cheese?
Would cheddar be the land, would edam be the seas?
What if all 3 of your little black cats?
Owned an illegal black market for purple top hats?

What if a pug called Swipp Woolly Lee?
Ruled over the world, how crazy would that be?
What if your granny was a world renowned thief?
And her hideout was under the great barrier reef?

What if all milk tasted like trash?
Would the dairy industry suffer a financial crash?
What if it was impossible to flush the loo?
Would the whole wide world smell like poo?

What if your teacher worked for some top secret spies?
Could she spy on you using robotic flies?
What if you lived in the sewer of a train station?
Thank goodness this only in our imagination.

By Jackson S, 12, Year 8 Tamatea Intermediate School, Napier


Running Away

When Imagination ran away with me

He took me by the hand

And led me away on an adventure

Adults wouldn’t understand


He showed me glorious green forests

And silvery snow capped mountains

Ancient ruins and relics

And exploding fantastical fountains


He took me to a magical world

Where dragons roam

Cauldrons foam

And children save the world alone


He showed me what the world could be

If no one put restraints on me

Gemma Lovewell, Age 10, Year 6, Adventure School, Wellington


Imagination Sampler
The colorful rainbow flows onto the paper,
White never to be seen again.
A shield of sun protects me from the rain.
Icing the bright blue sky.
The love for bananas is never enough.
Cross country,
A soft patter of feet as you pass the finish line
Ant size but giraffe size in flavor.
What kind of message does it carry?
Ice Cream,
Deliciousness slips down my throat.
Every corner you turn fun is blocking the way.
The colours never end.
The skies necklace
Queen of jewels.
Paint covers your lips like a hat.
Your brain the imagination station.

Evie J, Age 11, Selwyn House School, Christchurch



The    Best    Creation    Ever!

a small computer with a hard shell to protect it,

two projectors to sense where it’s going,

Many engines to work different parts,

all close together to stay running,

a cage, able to hold the many engines in place,

a pipe for fluids, to keep on moving,

a hole on each side of the computer to hear and interact.

A squishy yet solid material, all over,

Layers of soft material, covering everything, to make it look even better,

This machine is the best creation ever!

It is you and me…… Human beings.

Winter Dragon

Cold biting fingers and nose
Snow white on the trees and ground
Sun rising in golden robes
Setting the snow alight

Movement out of the corner of an eye
A snow sparkle on bluish white scales
Crest of icy horns
Arctic blue eyes
Sparkling white wings

A gasp escapes an open jaw
A dragon turns
Cold air escaping an open maw
Eyes glittering
Joined for a moment
Sun turned white scales gold

Leaping up into the air
Breathing ice on frozen trees
Rising higher
Caught in golden light
Then vanishing in the sunrise

Running feet to a small house
Excited voice shouting
I saw the winter dragon!

by Sarah-Kate  Age 11 Homeschooled