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WOW! Ormond School’s Y2 and 3 have finished some fabulous picture poems – slow sneak pounce!

When I visited Gisborne’s Ormond School last week (the North Island winner of The Fourth Fabulous Picture Poem) I kick-started classes on picture poems.

I adore these cat ones from Y2 and 3. I have picked just a few to post, but they are all WONDERFUL. I kept going WOW! as I looked at them.

These poems are good to look at but are also fun to read aloud. Congratulations to the WHOLE class on your poems. I just loved them. I love the one with the rat hiding in its belly!

 

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Ormond School Y2 and 3 made up two GORGEOUS class poems with me

Before we started writing sky poems Y2 and 3 played with how many words you can use on a line in a poem. I love the made-up words and the surprise at the end of the second poem. I also loved the simplicity of these poems and the way they flowed. I really loved making these up with you. Remember all the words came from you! I just ask the questions.

 

I was inspired to do an owl poem by the gorgeous owl pictures the class had made.

 

Owl

Shiny eyes

brown fluffy owl

hunts

in the dark

sleeps

in the day

wiatwhoo witawhooo

hoot.

 

Ocean

Like a skateboard ramp,

the bright shiny blue.

Out in the deep

sea creatures live.

Dah di dah di dah di dah di Shark!

 

 

They also made a moon poem up after I came home. I like the shiny  images that grow. It is like a poem in two halves.

Moon

Bright, silvery banana
Moon
shining
on our green and blue
Earth

Bumpy craters
made by
meteors
or cats and wolves
happily playing
Dodgeball

CRASH! BANG! BOOM!

 

Ormond School Y3 and 4 imagine trees

 

Across the road from the school I saw the most wonderful trees. I love imagining things at the moment in my poems but using real detail too.

Year 3 to 5 used their imaginations to create trees in their poems. Some of them are short and some much longer.

It was so exciting watching the trees take shape on the page after the children collected words

Imaginations were zinging. Thank you so much for sharing your poems with me. I left your class dancing with poetry joy.

 

 

The Tree

Orange scratchy fruit, orange

yellow red leaves, brown

wavy branches scrape, pink blossoms

bump, brown holes where owls

live, the moon shimmers on

the green leaves, mad with

the wind. Bumpy pieces of bark

hang out, star leaves,

circle leaves, triangle leaves,

the branch reaches out and

back.

Danielle Y5

 

Tree

Green yellow

rough chocolate bark

growing on a tree.

The tree towers over

me,

words dripping off

dangling on the ground

swaying and dancing.

 

I stand head in the

air, admiring every

leaf.

 

Some windy nights it

creaks and cracks

sending me to sleep,

sending me a lullaby,

verses made up

out of thin air.

 

Sometimes when it is

windy enough it will

howl and wail.

Red with anger at

the racket I

go outside and

sit at the roots

of the tree

standing tall in front

of me.

 

Patting its trunk, I say,

‘Don’t worry.’

With the wind

pushing me

I make my

way back

to my room

with no more

noise or

things to bother

me.

Mei  Y4

 

 

My Tree

My tree

is tall and fat

rock hard

too hot at night

You can

go up until dusk

Old but sturdy

dark red leaves shine

covered with dark moss

shining in the moonlight.

Troy Y4

 

Tiny Smelly Old Dirty Black Tree

Tiny smelly old

dirt gnome

sitting in a dark gray

tree with

only

one leaf.

The branches

sway in the

wild wind.

Lollies hanging

off the old

branches.

Beck Y5

 

My Tree

My tree reminds me

of a mud slide.

My leaves look like

a snowman

with prickly fingers.

Manaaki

 

 

 

 

 

Ormond School – Y5 and 6 share their favourite places

Ormond School’s Y5 and 6 picked places they love to bring alive in a poem. I loved the way the poems did so many different things. Some tell stories. Some build pictures in your mind as you read. Some are long and some are like a little snapshot. Wonderful working with you on these. I have picked just a few to post.

We also had a go at native-bird picture poems. The whole class turned into a music studio as they hunted out sound patterns to make their pictures with. I have got to see some finished ones at the weekended and love the way the both look good and sound good. I have picked a few to post here but congratulations.

I loved working with you over the two days and with your teacher. I like the different directions you explored, the way you dove in and played with words. The great poetry hum in the classroom. Thank you for sharing your time and writing with me. It was very special.

 

 

Drifted

Stained stripped, drifted wood

flung upon beaten shore

nuded as waves pull

away the furnishings.

Amy Y6

 

 

Otara

Landslides sneaking down mysteriously

horses gazing at me

lambs baaing ‘please’ noisily

we’re digging up shingle roads.

Old electric fences

go

Zzz

some hum in a

wordly fashion.

Tractors go vroom

as if the

paddock

was hurting its

feelings.

Punga trees sway

side to side

whispering a puzzling tune.

The smell of

fresh wood

lurking in the

yards down under.

Outside wild stock

give me a warning stare.

Pippa Y5

 

 

Olympic Pools

The clear crystal water

and the freezing frozen

air blowing on you

from jumping up high

 

Olympic pools are as

fun as Rainbow’s End

and splashy as a

whale’s tail.

 

The water is as

wavy as an ocean’s

rough splashes.

 

Goggles clear

as crystals,

tight like lycra.

 

Hot spas hot

like lava and

poppy like popcorn.

Preva Y6

 

Motor Cross

Start gates

the bikes are off

already they’re at the

jump, big wide steep

Dirt flying in the air

flags waving

people yelling

winning.

Jack Y6

 

Stream

Trickling,dripping sparkles

Pooling in the water

Drip, drip, drip into

the creek.

Rushing roaring river

crashing, cascading creek

splashing stream

water sliding down

the rock face,

hesitantly leaving the pool.

Rata Y6

 

The golden sands of the east.

Golden scorching sand
Drifting in the wind
Wavy green blue
Crashing waves footprints
All shapes, all sizes
Joyous surfers
Ecstatic swimmers in
Calm waters
Foamy waves, the scent
Of driftwood
Wafts through the air
Relaxing sounds
Are everywhere
Splashing waters whistling
Wind squawking gulls
Walking towards the water
The nippy coldness
Circles my feet
Ow! Oh no a crab!
The alluring sands
Of the east.
Samantha 

 

 

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Another fabulous class poem YO-1 made with me at Ormond School

Some Year Ones joined in a workshop with Y2 and 3s and collected sky words. We used some of these words the next day and added more to come up with this class poem.

 

Sky

Fluffy floating soft clouds

birds diving gliding flying

the sun shines

buttercup sun

daffodil sun

An aeroplane zooms

and glides

A rainbow colourful and bendy

 

 

 

 

Ormond School – Y 2 and 3 write sky poems that dazzle me

The children hunted for words. They wrote tiny poems. And then they set sail in their longer poems.

Pictures of the sky grew in my head as I read. I loved the way the children took off in different

directions but always came back to sky. I have picked just a handful to post.

I loved this session! Thank you.

 

Sky

The cloud goes gray,

birds fly in

the deep deep

blue sky.

From the gray and

black cloud, thunder.

Ksh ksh goes the

thunder.

Brian

 

 

The Sky

In the sparkly night

waves went wild

in the sky

like a skateboard

Noah

 

Beautiful Clouds

Marshmallowy clouds

clouds move around

I see sheep clouds

beautiful clouds

Liam

 

Fluffy Cloud

It is like I am

going though a

fat marshmallow

It is smooth

soft too

and the sun

is shining bright

on me

Taylor

 

Sky

Big white cloud

flying through the sky

going very slow

looking at the blue

Ben

 

Sun

Hot boiling

sunny

star

explosion

so hot.

Tommy

 

Winning school visit (Ormond School) An adorable Year0/1 poem and an illustration challenge for you

I am back home after my visit to the most darling country school near Gisborne. I loved the way the teachers joined in all the workshops and helped the children find their poetry paths. Thank you so very much. You were all amazing. Inspiring people to be around.

I visited the  Y0/1 class (kowhai) for just thirty minutes (they were in the long session with the whole school in the hall though and lasted so beautifully).

We made up two poems together. I especially love the cat poem. All the words came from the children. I love this poem so much I thought up a really cool challenge for it. See below for details.

 

Cat

Orange like mandarin skin,

my cat purrs

and plays with silvery

wool like pillows.

She sleeps

in a beanbag

and in a wood box

and on the rainbow couch.

But her favourite place

is a knitted basket.

 

I thought it would be very cool to post it again with some illustrations by children. You will need to scan and send your drawing to me (not as a PDF please but a jpeg).

I will post my favourites with the poem and have a copy of The Letterbox Cat for one child. See below for deadline and details.

Deadline: Wednesday 4th November ( I will post on 5th November)

Send to paulajoygreen@gmail.com  Put cat drawing in subject line. Include your name, age, year and name of school. You can include your teacher’s email.