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Some of my favourite list poems from a bonanza challenge – wow!

This was a record BREAKING POEM arrival in my email box -the most popular challenge this year.

I loved reading ALL the poems because you showed me that list poems can do anything. You were so inventive and you used your eyes and ears well.

I am sending a copy of The Letter Box Cat to Ameer.

 

 

 

A list to make a treehouse

Wood from the digger
A tree from the other side of town
Some T.L.C.
Carpet of the red and blue
A shelf from Dad
Pillows from Mum

Aine, age 9, Fendalton Open Air School, Christchurch

 

A List For A Lonely Turtle

Sea lettuce.
Juicy leaves.
Safety.
Vet checks.
7 safe places.
A scattery pond.
Friends.
A place to sleep.
Things that cheer her/him up.

Ameer  Ilam Primary School Age : 6

 

A List for Stationery

Stationery is a wild thing. It does what it wants. If you don’t let it, it scribbles everywhere so I made it a list to calm it down:

A Pencil Case for its home
A couple more pencils for friends
Some paper for keeping them busy

They loved it because they wanted a home and some friends, so they cuddled at night and sung at day.

Maia, age 8, Ilam School, Christchurch

 

Challenge List for a Tiger

Sharpening my broken claws

Pouncing angrily

Stomping anxiously

Bumpy orange fur

Roaring into darkness

Glaring rudely at a deer

Waiting hungrily

Running ferociously

Lucy  8 Years Old Fendalton Open Air School,

 

A List for a Wizard’s Sleeve

Weaving forth and back,
stitching, one robe,
swish-swish over arm
patterns of swirling stars,
fabric of flowing satin,
open jar, open sleeve,
things in there,
acrid, bubbling, split on sleeve ,
discovering,
sleeve waving, wand waving,
sleeve ripping, swords waving,
crackling, burning a on a stake.

Luca Fear-Ross Year 6, age 11, Thorrington School

 

A List of Endangered Animals and Their Needs

Lost Panda – Bamboo
Bold Eagle – A Mountain
Blind Cat – Love
Grey Elephant – Security
Lonely Dog – Someone Nice
Striped Tiger – Food
Puzzled Penguin – Help
Terrified Seal – Peace
Long Giraffe- To be Shorter

Jamie  8 years ILam School

 

 

A list for a Fairy

A bottle of laughter;
A bag of glitter;
A spell for frogs;
The fluttering fairy wings;
The Queen’s command;
The higgity piggity road;
The old witch’s shop;
The slime from a slug;
The burp from a frog;
The dew drop from a spider’s web;
The lollypop from an elf;
A garden full of flowers.

Violetta Age: 8 Fendalton Open Air School

 

Storm

Thunder.
Crash.
Soaking.
Fallen.
Black.
White.
Umbrella.
Boom.
Howling.
Wind.
Cold.
Muddy.
Bang.
Thud.

Stormy Days.

Jayashri  Age: 10 Ilam School

 

A list for a lonely hat

Loud music
Someone to wear him
A floaty feather
A delicate ribbon
Some autumn weather
A strong breeze
Silky fabric
A warm closet

By Maia-Sophia Age:7 School: Ilam

 

 

The List of the Universe
Us,
The Villages,
The Towns,
The Cities,
The Countries,
The Continents,
The World,
The Moon,
The Sun,
The Solar System,
The Universe.
Who circles who?
We think that we are the centre.
We think,
That the sun revolves around us,
We trust that it will go at night
And we trust that it will be back in the morning.
But no,
We move slowly,
Around them.
It is funny to think
That we aren’t the centre.
No,
We are the smallest
On the list

Sophie  age 10, Selwyn House School

 

Life without love is barely living

Spells

School

Suffering

Snakes

Slytherin

Seven

Sacrifice

Elder

Cloak

Deathly

Hallows

Azkaban

Prison

Horcrux

Werewolf

Muggles

Pureblood

Half-blood

Death

Mudblood

Patronus

Marauders map

Moony Wormtail

Padfoot prongs

Unicorns

Dragons

Resurrection

Professors

Magic

Fighting

Life

Ravenclaw

Hufflepuff

Weasley

Latin

Friends

Enemies

Chamber

Romance

Lestrange

Cruciatus

Charms

Hexes

Potions

Jinxes

Herbology

Astronomy

Cirses

Darl arts

Die;;omg

Fantastic

Beasts

It’s

All

A

Legendary

Master

Piece.

 

By Cale Age 12, Year 8 Rangeview Intermediate School

 

The Last Dragon

  • Dark Scales
  • Blue Fire
  • Heat of scales
  • Shadowy night
  • Isolated eyes
  • Toasted bananas
  • Thundering wings
  • Ashes swirling above
  • Iridescent claws
  • A fleeting memory
  • Glinting blades honing

Natalie. age11. Year 7. Mindplus School for Gifted Children

 

Fly’s New Diner

Welcome to Fly’s New Diner

Come in, come in

Here is our menu

Feel free to order

If you can be heard above the din

 

Menu

Cheese and shrew sandwich

Roasted branch with honey fried eel

Scorpion tails and roasted quails

Rat meat sausages

Caramelized snails

Toads’ eggs and turtle brains

Boiled tarantula with hemlock sauce

Ants’ legs, bat’s teeth burger

Mice innards on noodles

Meerkat’s paw in frog’s eye soup

Nightshade and fishbone pie

Elephant ear and duck’s foot gloop

Fly Agaric mushrooms with lentils

Lettuce fries and curdled carrots

Nettles, broccoli and cabbage on noodles

For the vegetarians among you

Purple hyacinth cake

Caramel cheesecake with snakeskin flakes

Marshmellows afloat in curdled milk

Raspberry avocado cream

Guacamole jam

Starshine and sun’s essence

Melted eye of lamb

Aloe vera and spider spit tea

Seaweed sauce

Essence of flea

 

Come in Come in

Would you like to taste?

“Sorry, sir. I’m late today”

 

Do come back another time

“No thank you, sir.

I’ll stay away.”

 

by Sarah-Kate, age 12, Year 8, homeschooled

 

Riding Out

 

Catch horse,

Put on halter,

Lead,

Take off blanket,

Brush,

Put on:

Saddle blanket,

Saddle.

Do up girth,

Loosely does it,

Bridle on,

Do up:

Throat lash,

Nose band.

Reins over ears,

Lead into arena,

Arm up,

Check stirrups,

Tighten girth,

Lead to mounting block,

Reins back on neck,

Hold…

Foot in stirrup,

Jump…

Leg over,

Other foot in stirrup,

Gather reins,

Squeeze,

Walk away,

Steer,

20-meter circle,

On the lunge,

Hold monkey strap,

Sitting trot,

Bounce, bounce,

Posting trot,

Up, down,

Over to gate,

Feet out,

Leg over,

Slide…

Reins over,

Bridle off,

Take off:

Saddle blanket,

Saddle.

Blanket on,

Halter on,

Put in paddock.

Well done!

You rode a horse!

Nell Age: 9 Year: 4 Homeschool

 

Turtle

Squeaky sand
Eggs in secret sand holes
Crashing hatchlings and yoga necks
Jellyfish pie for lunch
Swishing ocean swims
Old wrinkly turtles with sad eyes and slow bones

Amélie Age 7 St Andrew’s College Christchurch

 

Some AMAZING poems from Room Class 3/4 at Paparoa St School:

 

Frosty Wind

“chata chata” the frosty wind shivers down my spine.

Children getting sick all winter. Coughing and spewing.

The frosty wind blowing snow down for ages.

Some children have to walk to school in the freezing cold.

Frosty wind is very strong to push you over.

You can get very sick.

By Maddy Age 8

 

My Cat Chloe

My cat Chloe died from cancer.

My cat Chloe was so fluffy.

My cat Chloe liked to sleep.

My cat Chloe was so fluffy.

My cat Chloe died when I was three.

By Liam  Age 8

 

My Small Brother

 

He is as small as a skunk.

He is as small as my cat.

He is as small as out of date milk.

He is small as a fish food packet.

By Toby Age 7

 

My Dog

My dog is very very fast.

My dog dribbles so much.

My dog does not like cats!

My dog loves the water.

My dog loves me feeding him.

My dog likes to smell everyone.

My dog loves the river so much.

By Benji Age 7

 

Some MORE AMAZING poems from Room Class 3/4 at Paparoa St School:

 

Pain

Kicked in the face by a rugby boot

Falling off my skateboard

Cracking my head open on the concrete

Deep scratches on my legs thanks to thorny bushes

Ouch

 

Billy Year 3, Age 8

 

Circus School

At Circus School, I hear the call to run

At Circus School, I smell the horrible smell of sweaty feet

At Circus School, I see silks, lycra and trapeze artists hanging from the air

At Circus School, I feel excited and my heart racing

At Circus School, I play and create

Neve Year 4, Age 9

 

Falling off a scooter

Prickly bushes

Bee stings

Pinching

Sun burn

Bug bites

Bumping heads

Stove burns

Grazed knees

Staple pokes

Ouch

William Year 4, Age 9

 

Happy

To be happy is fun

To be happy is life

To be happy is beauty

To be happy is lovely

To be happy is to sing a song

 

Tempy Year 3, Age 8

 

Some  AMAZING poems from the Samoan Unit at Richmond Road School:

Yellow

Yellow is the colour of my chicken noodle soup.
Yellow is the colour of my yellow dog.
Yellow is the colour of the lion that is scared of people.
Yellow is the colour of stretchy cheese.
Yellow is the colour I like best.

Alani Rm 7 Age 9

 

Green

Green is the colour of a pear.
Green is the colour of the grass.
Green is the colour of an apple.
Green is the colour of a turtle.
Green is the colour of my favourite book.
Green is the colour of an emerald.
Green is the colour that I like the best.

Jada Rm 9 Age 9

 

Red

Red is the colour of my bed.
My friend Jed always wears red.
Red is the colour of steak.
Red is the colour of lava.
Red is the colour of strawberries.
Red is the colour of rubies.
Red is the colour of my car.
When my cat gets angry, his eyes turn red.
Red is the colour I like best.

Kingston Rm 8 Age 9

 

Some  AMAZING poems from Westmere School:

 

The Garbage Bin

I look in the garbage bin and see …
Fleas, fleas, leftover peas, some smelly cheese
banana peels, old old meals
Flies
and pies.
Then I fall in
eeeeeeooooowwwwwwwww
Poo!

By Jimmy, LS 6, Age 10

Mylo

Mylo is a cavadoodle,
Mylo is as soft as a panda.
Mylo is a labradoodle,
Mylo is gold like caramel.
Mylo is a scrambledoodle,
Mylo has a shiny, wet black nose.
Mylo is a smackadoodle,
Mylo loves his toy, Drooly.
Mylo is a boodledoodle,
Mylo loves food.
Mylo is a spoodledoodle,
Mylo is a teeny tiny dog.
Mylo is all the kit and kaboodle.
By Timmy, LS6, Age 9

 

Art Gallery

Abstract lines on a canvas
Lines with an intent
A story
Sculptures with an untold legend
Colour splattered on a canvas
Ribbons
Curves
Shapes
Mediums
Sequences
Concepts
Rigid
Frigid
Complexities
When I go to the Art Gallery
I don’t look at the art.
I see the story behind it.

By Nina, LS7, Age 10

 

Maths

Sequences
Formulas
Rhythms
Patterns
Untold genius
Shapes
Dimensions
Symbols
9 million 700 and 94 thousand 352
Minus
Plus
Multiply
Capacity
Conversions
Divide
Maths is not hard
Maths is just a key to solve any problem.

By Nina, LS7, Age 10

 

The Wonderful World in my Hair.

I pull out a coin but this is no magic trick.
As the comb comes down
I start to frown.
Sticky
Icky
Knotty
Grotty
Tangled
Mangled
Chewy chewing gum
Bibbitty bobbitty bobby pins
Creepy crawlies
Mum!!!
I scream
It was only a dream.

By Boh, LS7, Age 10

 

The Food I Own

Mum! I’m hungry!
Then have some food…
I look in to the bowl
I can’t see anything nice.
But lice and mice.
And some other things like…
Rotten apples
Blue pears
With some of my brother’s hairs
Bananas, mangoes
That are supposed to be ready for me
When I am on the go.
Grapefruit, orange
mandarins
Nothing else but citrus.
Everything’s got worms
Wriggling and twiggling.
I grab the bowl and throw the contents in to the garden.
Mum! There’s nothing there!
Only chips, sugar and a cookie.
OK, please don’t eat the lot.
Just gnaw on the pot.

By Lily, LS7, Age 9

 

 

A Phantom Billstickers National Poetry Day celebration: Gemma wins a NASA space camp & writes poems with her brother Daniel plus a challenge

 

 

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Kennedy Space Centre

 

Long time Poetry-Box contributors, Gemma and Daniel, have just finished a great big American adventure.  I invited them to share poems and photos.

It felt like the perfect way to celebrate National Poetry Day.

 

A challenge: If you have something special coming up and would like to make a poem-photo diary for Poetry Box (with parental permission) let me know what you have planned. I will let you know if I am keen to post it and give you tips. 

Or an idea for a poem feature. Tell me what you would like to do. I can not post ALL but I can post a few.

write about your idea to: paulajoygreen@gmail.com

Tell me which school you go to, your age and put POEM FEATURE in the subject line please. I will just choose two or three.

 

p o e m s    a r e     a    w a y     o f         d  r  e a  m  i  n  g

 

I loved reading these poems because they set me dreaming about space and beaches and movies and magic and travelling the world – from my kitchen chair. Thank you!

 

From Gemma:

I was selected from student applicants across the world to receive a full tuition Hall of Fame scholarship to attend a 6 day space camp programme at the U.S. Space and Rocket Centre in Huntsville, Alabama. I then had to fundraise to pay for my airfare, which I did by completing 6 weeks of sponsored challenges (that was exhausting!).

At space camp I spent the week with 15 other trainees, aged 9-11, and we did all sorts of amazing science and engineering challenges including: building and launching solid fuel rockets, astronaut training on simulators, mars and space shuttle mission simulations (I was flight controller on the space shuttle!) and more. We also did lots of learning about astronomy and the history of space flight, and met astronaut Hoot Gibson.

I was invited to visit Cape Canaveral and the Space Coast as well, so we decided to make this trip as a family, so my science crazy brother could have some amazing experiences too. Then we built a road trip around it, so we got to see some of America while we were there.

Our ages are Gemma – 11 and Daniel – 8.

 

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Gemma at space camp

 

The poems

(We mostly wrote the poems together, usually when we were driving because we did a lot of that!)

 

4th of July

 

Fireworks that disappear in a silvery cloak

Explosions swallowed by the hungry night

Illuminated splashes of colour pierce the air

Sparks rain down from a translucent sky

Loud rumbles echo overhead as the gods battle in the heavens

Colours flood along the seamless sea

Light fades away into the endless wall of nothing

But the magic is everywhere Gulf coast

 

 

Universal Studios

There is a place

As big as the universe

Where you walk around and around

And around and around

Until you don’t know where you started or where it ends.

Did you start in Diagon Alley?

Or within the mayhem of the Minions?

Where did you emerge after saving the princess?

And how did you transform into this dark character in a dark world

When just moments ago you were laughing with woody woodpecker

In this universe

You see twinkles in the visitors’ eyes

And you know

Anything is possible

 

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Diagon Alley, Universal Studios

 

Gulf Coast beaches

 

Some of the most beautiful in the world

But all I can see

Is a sea of people

Sweeping down the coast

An endless wave of colour

Reaching for the horizon

 

 

Hemingway’s Cats

 

Hidden in sweltering heat

You might find cats

With five toes on their feet

 

Roaming a tropical paradise

Seeking shade

That is cool and nice

 

Hemingway is famous as a writer

But for us, seeing his cats

Made our visit brighter

 

 

The Florida Keys

 

A chain of bridges

Joins the island keys

Each one different

Hinting at the personality of the island ahead

Yet each one the same

Crossing the crystal Atlantic

A magic carpet

Connecting people

 

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Florida Keys

 

Alabama Ice Cream

*In Alabama they have really crazy ice cream flavours.  We wonder what a kiwi ice cream poem might be like?

 

Are you back from the trail?

Try

Alabama pot hole

Deer tracks

Or

Raccoon stripes

 

At the fair?

I recommend

Candy floss

Play dough

Or perhaps

Rainbow sherbet

 

Watching a movie?

It must be

Superman

Pirates treasure

Or even

Martian rocks dipping dots

 

And at the end of the day,

Indulge in

A Lemon sorbet

To keep that sweet tooth at bay

 

 

 

Bahamas

 

B eautiful turquoise water

A bundant sea life

H appy people everywhere

A place to swim with pigs

M uch to do

A tlantis its own Paradise

S unsets stretching in to the morning

 


 

New Life for Mum’s Sunglasses

 

The boat flew across the turquoise

The strong wind whipped the sunglasses

Right off mum’s face

They landed on a stingray

He thought he looked stylish

So he splashed about along the sandy bottom

Showing off

Until a fish swiped the sunnies

And swam away

Through the crystal ocean

The fish didn’t see the shark

His new glasses were too dark

The shark swallowed him whole

But spat out the glasses

When he swum forward

They stuck to his face

And suddenly he was looking super cool

He flaunted his new look

But was so busy looking at himself

In the reflecting water

That he crashed

Into iguana island

The sunglasses flipped off his head

Sailing through the air

Landing on a big ol’ iguana

Who said, “Who turned out the lights”?

The other iguanas wanted those sunnies

So they fought and scrapped

The glasses dropped back into the glassy tide

And floated away

A day later

On a nearby island

A pig called Panda saw something sparkling off the shore

He swam toward it

It could be food

But the sunnies bounced off a wave onto his face

The pig grinned

He turned to his piggy friends

And said

“My future’s so bright,

I gotta wear shades!”

 

 

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About Huntsville, Alabama

 

It IS Rocket Science

 

In the rocket city

There’s a rocket around every corner

People rocket around

Talking about rockets

Rocking it

In The Rocket City

 

 

 

 

The Mars Generation

 

Eager young faces

Look to the stars

Searching for the path

To our new destination…

MARS

 

 

 

Sweet home Alabama

 

The locals long to listen to

Our kiwi accent

And dream of coming to

New Zealand

Just as we soak up the southern hospitality

And dream of staying in

Alabama

 

Look Out Mountain

 

In the Appalachian range

Is a mountain they call

Look Out

Because it is so steep

That the train runs almost

V

E

R

T

I

C

A

L

And the view from the top is

Astonishing as you

 

Look Out

Over 5 states

Then descend

Within the heart of the hill

To find the cavern of crystals

The underground waterfall and

Mysterious magic of the mountain

 

Tornado Terror

 

Twirling twister

Tearing up trouble

Sending alerts off everywhere

Trees trembling in the vacuum torrent

Will it be ripping things to shreds?

Will there be roofs coming off?

Rocketing rubble everywhere

Causing death and destruction

Tragic and terrifying

 

(Daniel wrote this while the tornado was happening, then afterwards we used it to make the tornado shape poem J

 

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16 States

 

USA has 50 states

To see them all would be so great

And so the mission has begun

To tick them off and have some fun:

 

Californ-i-a – a nice place to stay

Arizona – we could phone ya

New York – its all talk

Delaware – just didn’t care

New Jersey – felt so free

Washing DC – that was easy

Nevada – was a little harder

Ohio – had to try so

Texas – tried to hex us

Georgia – have I bored ya?

Alabama – heard strange grammar

Kentucky – we got lucky

Mississippi – not too tricky

Tennessee – done, yippee!

North Carolina – couldn’t be finer

But

Florida – weather couldn’t be horrider!

 

 

 

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Thanks Gemma and Daniel – I really enjoyed reading these.

 

 

 

Gulf Coast Beach (clearwater)

Some of my favourite July challenge poems: you are something or someone else poems

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but I do get to go for early morning walks!

 

I do hope you had magnificent holidays, kept warm, kept busy, did some surprising things, read some books, wrote some poems, toasted marshmallows, looked at the sky, went for adventure walks, saw something that made you blink, laughed and laughed, thought about something, did a puzzle, watched a good movie ……

…… I have been so busy writing my book I have barely had time to do anything else!

But it was a special treat to read all your poems where you imagined you were something or someone else. I was really impressed with how your imaginations bounced like a trampoline with this challenge.

AS usual I could NOT post them all so please don’t feel sad if you missed out this time because YOUR POEM put a smile on my face.

I am sending a copy of The Letterbox Cat to Toby and one to Dakota, and a mystery book (I have to look in my book box) to Daniel.

 

 

 

Henry Box Brown

I am not a slave
I will not stay here
I will do something
I see a crate
I fit inside that crate
I will mail myself to Pennsylvania
I will mail myself to freedom
I will bump and shudder on a stagecoach
I will be upside down on a train
I will slide and crash about on a ferry
I will have four days of agony
I am not a slave
I am Henry Box Brown
I am free

By Daniel L
Year 4 age 8
Adventure School

 

Neil Armstrong

One small step
The hardest I ever took
A step made with heavy boots
And a light heart
A step that changed everything
That changed me
Years of learning how to take that step
A giant leap for man kind
But now I want to keep my feet on solid ground

from Gemma who goes to Adventure School but is currently at a NASA space camp.

 

Here are some poems from Room 12, Year 4  Stanmore Bay School, Teacher: Mrs Jeromson. I love he wide-ranging subjects and the way the poems include such vivid detail:

The Fierce Attack!

I’m a lurking creature
in the shallow swamp
I flick my tail
And lick my jaws.

A flicker catches my eye,
Has my enemy come to battle?
I splash my tail it looks up
But I am gone.

I come up behind it and do a mighty
Chomp!
The bunny scuttles away as I am left alone
Crawling back to my throne.

By Toby H (8 Years)

 

My Life

If you snuggle with me, I’ll snuggle with you,
If you stroke my fur nicely, you might just receive a …
rumbling purr.

Night is my day, day is my night
this is when I sleep and…
fight.

By Gracie W (9 years)

 

The Unthinkable

I am huge
Strong, stable
unsinkable.

I’m on my way
Crossing the Atlantic
My first voyage.

The 15th of April
Close to midnight
A blurry shape in the water.

Crack!
Screeeeeeeeeeeech
Passengers rush outside to see what happened.

The water fills my hull
People jumping out of me
I start to tilt.

I’m in pain
My back starts to tear
Bang!

Now I’m two
I drift towards the bottom
No more voyages for me.

By Jordin F (9 Years)

 

The Roadside Chair

I stand rickety and old
Big but not bold
I, an old chair
It really is not fair

My fabric starts to tear
Now I’m super bare
By the road I sit
Because I just didn’t fit

By Lucia H (8 Years)

 

Fantail Dance Off
I’m shaking my feathers
With delight
Dancing and feasting
All day and night.

Sienna L (8 Years)

 

Feed Me

I lay on the couch as you
Stroke me
I jump off the couch
and wait for tea

I do a desperate
Meow
Then I start to
growl

I sit up straight and
start to purr
But you just stroke
my soft fur.

By Max R (8 Years)

 

And two poems from the South Island:

 

Poem

Now it’s my time to shine.
The sun goes down and I come up.
The dark sky surrounds me as I stare down at earth.

The stars are my friends.
We chat every night.
Some times I dream of going to earth.
But I am stuck in the sky.

I am the moon

By Dakota G Age 11  Fendalton open air school

 

Lost Hiker

Snow billows around me,
Every step is fading hope,
Unpleasant waves of cold lessens my breathing,
Nothing heard but icy winds,
Glimmering ice torrents narrow my every possible path,
Exhausted I collapse to my knees.

A distant crunch, a snap of a twig,
A voice perhaps,
Eyes half closed a blurry shape,
Rescued.

By Lucy M, age 9, Cashmere Primary School – year 5

 

Some extremely inventive POEMS from Westmere School:

Under the Hat

Well I’m the Cat in the Hat
there’s no doubt about that!
So let’s have a chat
about my big hat!
Say! I’m the Cat in the Hat…..
And I’m very proud of that.

By Deacon LS6 Age 11

 

The Vacuum Cleaner

YUCK! Furballs!
I HATE furballs.
Into the kitchen…..
and fish scales get stuffed in my mouth.
I hate lego pieces from the bedroom.
But now I am tired from all the stuff
going up my shoot….
so goodnight everyone and I’ll see you again
tomorrow.

By Layla LS6 Age 9

 

Books These Days

Yay! Someone is finally using my pages.
This hasn’t happened in ages.
A week passed
my pages danced.
My words are amazing
so everyone is staring
at me.

By Jimmy LS6 Age 10

 

I am a Poem

I am slippery and slimy,
brave and tall.
sometimes I’m shy and small
and don’t want to come out at all.
I am never the same
I change moods
like the rain.
I am always different
not the same
at all.

By Bailey LS6 Age 10

 

Who am I?

Who am I?
Am I as fierce as a lion or as scared as a puppy?
Am I as tiny as an ant or as giant as a blue whale?
Am I as fast as a cheetah or as slow as a sloth?
Am I a lone wolf or a school of fish?
No
I
am
a
human.

By Renee C LS6 Age 11

 

Tornado

Swirl. Woosh. Swoosh.
I am a storm of swirling wind.
I am masked in debris and rubble.
I am looked down upon for my hostility.
But I don’t want to devour animals, buildings, plants!
Even in the depth of my chaos,
there remains a peaceful silence.

By Nina LS7 Age 10

 

The Cleaning Journey

I am a dishwasher.
I clean every day.
Washing the dishes is my
normal way.
Some are
quite
dirty.
Some are
quite
clean,
I
don’t
care.
I’m
going to
SCREAM!

By Kate J LS7 Age 10

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Rubbers

I am a rubber called Grace
I come out of my case
to erase.
I am starting to hate the human race.

I am a rubber called Pat
I am flat because Matt’s cat, sat
on me.

I am a rubber called Snout
I like to rub out
but sometimes I say help
because they try to rub out felt.

By Flynn W LS7 Age 9

 

My Job as a Blender

My job as a blender is very horrible.
The sloshing red meat is quite intolerable.
The bananas and nuts are Okay,
but the kidneys and livers do not make my day.
But it is all mushed
it’s a bit too much
it makes me gag
and feel sad.

By Jamie G LS7 Age 10

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Some extremely inventive POEMS from Richmond Road School:

 

Pens and Pencils

Cats coming out of holes.
Firefighters going down poles.
T-Rexs like to listen to remixes.
Lamborghini are fast like a flash.
When I draw,
when I wink,
something comes out of me…
it’s ink.

By Kingston Samoan Unit Age 9

 

ROAR!

I’m a lion.
I’m fearless.
I’m gorgeous, golden.
I love zooming
zebras to eat
but hate getting
caught for
zoos, but
they always
give me
food.

By Alani Samoan Unit Age 9

 

 

 

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Poetry Box June challenge: poems on writing poems went wildfire

My challenge to get you to write poems about writing poems went WILDFIRE ! I got so many in my email box. I have loved reading them all and it took ages and ages. If I didn’t write you a letter back I might have missed your email so let me know.

I got fabulous poems from classes – from Westmere School, from the Samoan Unit at Richmond Road School and from Te Rerenga School in The Coromandel.

What you showed me is poems can do anything.  There are no poem rules! Poetry is PLAY!

And when you read a poem you get to think and feel all kinds of things!

Thank you young poets. This is a record post because it was just too hard choosing. I had to leave heaps of poems I loved out because my blog would CRASH with a MOUNTAIN of amazing poems.

 

I am sending a copy of my book  The Letterbox Cat to Jimmy at Westmere School.

 

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Daniel wrote his poem in the sand! (age 8, Year 4, Adventure School)

 

Writing Poems

Poems can be as BIG as
an elephant or as small
as a fly. Poems don’t have
to make any sense, they
don’t even need to rhyme.

By Marco age 9, Westmere School

 

The Poem About a Poem

Poems can erupt out of your mouth
like an exploding volcano.
Poems can make you drift away to sleep
like a cosy blanket.

By Charlie  age 9, Westemere School

 

The Poem Train

An idea finds the paper

Like a car finds the road.

The pencil

Dances across the page

Like a ballerina

On a stage.

The full stops are like train stops

Ending the ride

But starting a new one.

By: William Sherborne Age: 9 Year: 5, St Andrews College, Christchurch

 

What Poems Can DO

Poems can go through your head
Like a stampede
at full speed.
Or
Like a worm wriggling
through a muddy hole.
Or
Like a mole
d
i
g
g
i
n
g

d
i
g
g
i
n
g

d
i
g
g
i
n
g

By Jimmy age 10, Westmere School

Catch the Kite

The ideas fly
in the sky
with the Haast eagle.

They twitch and they turn
they tumble and learn.

They fall like blossom
into the arms of a possum.

Who brings them to me
on his bended knee.

Spine
Nose
Flyingline
and I write
about
the stretched out
kite.

Joshua 12 years old Medbury School

 

 

Poem

My pencil is going blunt
As I write down my ideas like a hurricane
Where will this poem go?
To a forest,
To a wonderland,
I will never know till I write it.
The word chain is getting started
My poem is making sense.
Finally, it’s coming together
I need to proof-read it
Reading it over and over again
Punctuation check has not been done
Taking my time
Hours have been used
I love the feeling of my tired fingers writing away.
My library chair getting uncomfortable.
My poem digs to my heart as quick as Usain Bolt runs the 100m sprint
But it’s
Done

Sophie, age: 10, Selwyn House School

 

Poems make me want to…

Poems make me want to dance
And skip and jump and play
Poems make me want to sing
And read them every day

Writing them is like
Unfolding a mystery
And everything about them
Makes me feel free

Poems make me want to dance
And skip and jump and play
Poems make me want to sing
And read them every day

Poems make me want to laugh
And have a lot of fun
And I will always remember them
When the day is done

Nell, Age: 8, Year: Four, Homeschool

 

Poems

Poems can be funny like David walliams.
Poems can be sad like a depressed lad.
A poem could happy like a baby in a clean nappy.
Poems can be mad like your step dad.
Poems can be silly like a fish with arms.
Poems can be hairy like a dairy.
Poems can be evil like a vampire.
Poems can be boring and make you start snoring.
Poems can be annoying like pinata with no candy in it.
Poems can be violent like nine eleven.
Poems can be crazy like a lazy man made run a mile.

By Henry  age 10, Westmere School

 

Mind Blank

I am currently writing a poem
Well, I am trying to
I don’t think it’s working,
I am trying to write something completely original
Today that’s just not happening,
Hmm, maybe…
Beyond the horizon?
No, too dull
Oh, I know!
Feel the wind blow
Ugh, everyone’s used that
This is useless
I am absolutely, one hundred percent stuck

Megan, Year 6, age 10, St Andrew’s College

 

Some Poems

Some poems explode like the big bang.
Some poems crack like an egg shell.
Some poems slither out of my mouth like a person sliding down a water slide.
Some poems are as quiet as a library… shhhhhhhhh
Some poems are as tricky and confusing as 15,376 divided by 6.39.
Some poems help you as much as a girl helping an old lady across the road.
All poems are from around the world.
Some poems are as fast as a cheetah
or as slow
as a
sloth
reading
this
p
o
e
m.

By Renee C, age 10, Westmere School

 

Poems

Poems.
Poems can be long,
Poems can be short.
Poems can be beautiful,
Poems can be bored.
Poems can be mad,
Poems can be glad.
Poems!

By Layla age 9, Westmere School

 

The Best Poem

Poems pop playfully through my brain
like popcorn popping out of a plane.
Poems CRASH and MASH in my head
like a racing fire, spreading red.
Poems creep and peep on the page
like a rat sneaking out of its cage.

By Flynn W age 9, Westmere School

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Isabella, age 10, Westmere School

 

A Poem

A poem … can paint a scene in your head.

It makes you feel you’re in a world of paradise

A poem lights a fire deep inside you.

A poem changes a caterpillar into a butterfly.

Elijah Year 4, Te Rerenga School in The Coromandel

 

The Magic of a Poem

A poem can open a magical world for you, it can make you happy or sad.

Poems can rhyme, shock you, even make you say why, some leave you to laugh or cry.

A poem can make you like a snowflake, soft and light, it can make you someone running on the beach, happy and hot.

A poem can do so many things, but it can always do one thing.

It can always make you relax.

 

By Charlie  Year 5, Te Rerenga School in The Coromandel

 

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Jackson, age 10, Westmere School

 

 

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Ruby, age: 9, Selwyn House School

 

Poets

Poets are agile
in their own way
their hand slides
across the page
or keyboard
as a stream
of ideas
flow through
their heads
the poets work
waiting to be published
on the next website
or poetry magazine

Harry, age 10, St Andrew’s College

 

 

Poem

Pen glides across the page
Ideas pop in
More words across the page
A rhythm starts going
Rub out a line
Start over new
Read it
Check it
Good enough to get through
Sharpen up the pencil
Get a cup of water
Grip more onto the pencil
As it gets shorter
More words across the page
Add the finishing touches
Shut the book
Close the door
One more poem has been made

Hayden, age 11, St Andrew’s College

 

 

A Poem is a Living Thing

A poem is a waterfall
gushing, slushing
forever changing.
It runs
it leaps
it soars
it flies
it laughs
it cries.
A poem is a living thing.

By Isabel  age 10, Westmere School

 

 

A Poem Can

A poem can be as vicious as a terrifying tiger
or as beautiful as a butterfly fluttering by.
It can be as fast as a cheetah having a blast
or as slow as a snail sliding past.
A poem can twist
a poem can turn.
A poem can freeze
a poem can burn.
A poem can be anything in the world
as long as you use the right words.

By Jamie C age 10, Westmere School

 

 

Rhythm and Rhymes

Words coming out of my brain
goes around and around like a hurricane.
Verbs fly like they rage.
Verbs trapped in a cage
roar like
a lion.
Birds fly
like an
airplane.
Light shines
bright
as
a
lighthouse.

By Kingston age 8, Samoan Unit, Richmond Road School

 

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By Philipp, age 9, Samoan Unit, Richmond Road School

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By Alani age 9, Samoan Unit, Richmond Road School

 

Poems

Poems are tricky and
Poems are hard, but
Poems are nice like
my palm poems.

By Jada L age 9, Samoan Unit, Richmond Road School

 

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Boh, age 10, Westmere School

 

 

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Charlie, age 9, Westmere School

 

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By Dante age 10, Samoan Unit, Richmond Road School

 

 

The Life of You and Me

Poems are swirling around my head like a hurricane.
Poems are tricky
Poems are hard,
They sometimes go a little bit fast.
Poems are sometimes scary
or sometimes funny.
They can make you say words that are verbs.
My life is a crime every day.
My poems come out of my mouth the same way.

By Nani age 10, Samoan Unit Westmere School

 

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Stina, Year 5, Te Rerenga School in The Coromandel

 

A Poem

A poem can make you feel like a magic dolphin playing and splashing.

It will take you in to wonderland

Or slide you down a rainbow.

A poem can open the door or reality, it will take you into the world of beyond.

It will smile at you when you read it.

It can toss you up into the clouds and draw a pattern in your head.

It can show you your own world and it will tell you your own story.

 

Julia Year 4, Te Rerenga School in The Coromandel

 

A poem can open a window in your mind that leads you into a new magical new world.

A poem makes you feel as light as a snow white feather, drifting in the wind.

A poem gives you inspiration to do what you want to do.

A poem can remind you of a special memory buried deep down inside of you.

A poem can show you that anything is possible if you try hard enough.

Poems are capable of so many things…

By Ellie  Year 5, Te Rerenga School in The Coromandel

The April-May Challenge – some favourite Autumn poems

 

Lots of Autumn poems tumbled into my email box and it felt like it was full of Autumn flavours and colours. I liked the way you tried different things as you wrote. It was hard choosing but here is a selection of poems I enjoyed (and there were so many more!).

There are thoughtful poems and funny poems. Slender poems and fat poems.

I am sending Emily C a copy of The Letterbox Cat as I really liked the way she worked on an Autumn series and tried different things. I have posted just a few she sent me. I am also sending a copy to Matilda at Westmere School as her poem made me smile. I loved the way she explored the word ‘spread.’ That is exactly what poets do!

 

 

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Emily C, age 12, Year 8, Selwyn House School, Christchurch

 

 

Fiery, orange
leaves cover
the rich,
grass. A
monarch butterfly
flutters through
the morning air.

Emily C, age: 12, Year: 8, Selwyn House School, Christchurch

 

The cold
morning air
stings my
toes. An
old man
wanders through
the park
covered in
autumn leaves.

Emily C, age: 12, Year: 8, Selwyn House School, Christchurch

 

 

The Autumn Kitten

 

The autumn kitten

Leaves trails of fur,

Orange and red

Through green and brown.

The autumn kitten

Roams free in the world

Here and there, everywhere.

Avoiding all people

Here and there.

Darting through bushes

Pouncing on birds.

 

Teresa aged 8, St Andrews College, Christchurch

 

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Luella, age 10 Richmond Road School Samoan Unit

 

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Maisy T, age 9, Fendalton School, Christchurch

 

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Aaron K age:9  Fendalton Open-air School

 

 

 

 

A bundle of poems from Westmere School:

 

Autumn
Autumn
leaves fall
crunch, crunch, crunch.
Rake up all the leaves.
Cartwheels.
Bikes and shoes
rush through.
Autumn.

Sofia Age 10 LS6

 

Spreading
A tree spreads its branches
An apple spreads its seeds.
A person spreads their apple jam,
What more can you spread?

Matilda Age 9 LS6

 

Eating
I have a pumpkin on my bed.
My sister has carrots on her head.
My mum has feijoas in her bag.
My dad fed an apple to  his stag.
What an Autumn feast it could have been!

Matilda Age 9 LS6

 

Leaves and Trees

Green leaves
Crunchy leaves
Yellow leaves
Round leaves
Square leaves
Oval leaves
Small leaves
Sunset leaves
Big leaves
Giant leaves
Thin leaves
Thick leaves
Bush leaves
Long leaves
Short leaves
Brown trees
Large trees
Huge trees
Teeny tiny trees
Dead trees
Oak trees
Flame trees
Coconut trees
Apple trees
Gum trees
Feijoa trees
Lemon trees
Orange trees
Palm trees
Swamp trees
Grey trees
Leaves and trees!

Jasper Age 10 LS6 and Jamie Age 10 LS6

 

 

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Archie Age 10 LS6

 

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Indigo K and Rita P Both Age 10 LS7

Janet Newman reports on Poetry Writing for Children at Palmerston North Library

(This is just lovely! Congratulations to all the young poets who participated – Paula)
Seven children, aged nine and ten, came to Palmerston North library on a weekend in March to read and write poetry. We started by reading poems from The Letterbox Cat and other poems. Scott noticed that Paula had put a space in the word ‘goose-bumps’ in her poem “When I am Cold” and then substituted other animal names for ‘goose.’ Scott liked this technique and used it to write his own poem:

 

When I am Sad

 

When I am sad

I get tear drops.

 

When I am very sad

I get water drops.

 

When I am very very sad

I get rain drops.

 

When I am very very very sad

I get hail drops.

 

When I am very very very very sad

I get ice drops.

 

When I am very very very very very sad

I sit by myself and try to be happy.

 

 

Shani brought a poem she wrote at home and read it to us. We liked the way she turned the mouse simile into metaphors:

 

Rain Poem

 

The rain was like a little

mouse, quiet small and

grey. It pattered all

around the house

and then it went away.

 

It did not come. I

understand it found

an open window and

left tracks across the sill.

 

 

On Sunday, prompts such as ‘a word to describe the sky’ and ‘how you feel when the power goes off’ suggested lots of words and the children wrote them on the wall:

 

 

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In the photo, front to back: Madeleine, Scott, Katelyn, Eva, Callie.

 

We had a poetry challenge. It was to pick words from the wall and use them in poems starting with “I see,” “I remember” and “I imagine.” Here is Madeleine’s:

 

I see Golden brown Chips.

The salt on them is sour

like millions of tear drops.

The texture is unique, it’s

soft and luscious like clouds.

I can’t wait to

eat this then

Gulp Slurp

Into my tummy!

 

Here is Eilidh’s:

 

I imagine me and my friend

sitting around the fire, laughing

at old stories. The fire crackled

its smoke billowing into the

night sky.

 

It was getting cold and

dark, the scariest combination.

Something howled in the

distance, and we could

just make out the

silhouette in the light of the moon

of a creature sitting

atop the highest rock

howling into the night.

Spooky.

 

Thanks Callie, Eilidh, Eva, Katelyn, Madeleine, Scott and Shani. We had lots of fun.

Sean and Janet.

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

Koru
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

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

Lily-Jean  age 10 Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School

 

Fire

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

 

 

Sunset

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

 

 

Moa

A
bird
with
no
wings
that
cannot
fly.
A
bird
with
no
tail
that
stands
so
high.

Jada  Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School

 

 

Moonlight

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
grey.

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

 

Summer

Light
breeze. Palm
trees. Waves roll
in and
out.

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
bright.

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.
Shoe lace.
Shoe lace race.
Trip, fall,
Chase.

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

 

 

Winter

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

Stan U, Year 6, age 10, Westmere School

 

 

Light

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

 

 

Whizzing

Whizzing,
over a bump
Soaring,
through the air
Landing,
into
the pond
SPLASH!!!

Paris T, 12, year 8, Carmel College.

 

 

Autumn

Leaves.
Falling leaves.
Gold falling leaves.
Crispy leaves…
Autumn.

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

 

 

Horses
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

 

 

Ballet
twisting and dancing
in some ways they’re prancing.

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

 

 

Shooting Star
Woosh!
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
Tip
Toe
Tip
Toe
Eerie silence disguising the night…

By Michaella, Carmel College

 

 

Sprinting

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

 

Feelings

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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