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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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Autumn Poems on Poetry Box – a festival

So many wonderful Autumn poems arrived in my mail box – it was like a big mound of beautiful leaves to shuffle through.

With so many poems it was extra hard to pick a few to post – lots of wonderful poetry so I have made an Autumn festival of poems on the last day of Autumn. Poems can do so many different things!

 

Thank you so much for giving this challenge a go – just as winter is about to hit us.

I am sending Finn a book.

Please don’t feel sad if I didn’t pick your poem as I got so many it took all Sunday to read them and I have to leave out so many amazing poems. I will have told you what I loved about your poem in my letter to you. I am so happy there is so much poetry buzzing in schools and families.

 

Do try my new June challenge on Wednesday June 1st (tomorrow)!

 

A Small Boat

Sailing on the
deliciously warm
autumn days
when sunlight
dapples the sea

Finn P age 9, Ilam School

 

 

 

Leaves

The gentle leaves fall and flow

down from the trees.

They change to lovely colours,

like kakariki,

to kowhai,

to whero.

They float down to the grass.

I wish I could be a leaf.

Erena H Age 6 Year 2 Epsom Normal Primary

 

The Autumn Wind

the autumn wind is a crunchy cookie

the autumn wind is a soft pillow

the autumn wind is a bird singing

the autumn wind is a beautiful mountain

 

Maddy W  7 years old Year 3 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

 

The Autumn Wind

 

the autumn wind is my great grandad’s wrinkly face

the autumn wind is a bird playing F-sharp minor being played on the piano

the autumn wind is a tornado blowing leaves down form the sky

the autumn wind is a swaying, turning whirlpool

the autumn wind is a cyclone lost from a breeze of wind

 

Jack S 8  years old Year 4 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

Windy Autumn

Crackle, crackle went the dry leaves as they bounced on the ground like they were on a trampoline.
I heard leaves making music as they crashed, crunched and clashed on to the ground like an enormous tom tom drum being beaten.
It made a sound like thunder.
I could see a crimson leaf swirling and twirling – twirling – twirling in the bright sunny morn. Leaves are memories floating down to be free.
I splash in pools of everlasting leaves.
Autumn, she blows the leaves.

Charlotte H 9 years 5 months, Year 5 Kohia Terrace School, Auckland.

 

 

Autumn

It is a dull autumn morning.

The sun is peeping out from the clouds.

Insects are hiding in the golden leaves.

The colourful leaves look like a carpet on the damp ground.

 

 Zihao L Year 4 Age 8 Epsom Normal Primary

 

Autumn Treasure

The amber colours,
flutter down like soft balloons,
my cat follows the hibernating hedgehogs,
I get ready for the cold,
the blanket of sunset colours falls over me.

Ruby T Age 8, Y4, Ilam School

 

 

The Caretaker

As the children leave school

he sneaks out of his shed

with a rake and lawnmower.

He ruffles the bushes

and attacks the grass.

He rescues the leaves

and walks home.

His day is done.

Malo G 8 years old Fendalton Open Air School

 

Autumn Poem
Soft breeze pushing amber
Down to the lime green grass.
Popping candy pops
When I scrunch up
Scarlet red.
Twirling ballerinas
Falling to the ground.
Soft breeze
Pushing me away
From the beautiful leaves.
Oh, I love Autumn.

Abbie M, 8 years,  Year 4 Ilam School, Christchurch

 

 

Autumn

The brown leaves

smell like sweet cinnamon

and are as crunchy

as a twig.

Light red leaves

slowly fall.

The ground is as bumpy

as a potato chip.

Trees are wet and bare.

William S  8 years Year: 4  St Andrews College, Christchurch

 

Falling Autumn Leaves

When I stepped out down came an autumn leaf

and landed swift and sound

with all the others,

all the autumn leaves in their many colours,

I watched in wonder.

By Lachie M 8yr Year 4 Mairangi Bay School, Auckland

 

Fire Red, Deep Brown, Pale Yellow

The Autumn leaves whirl around
like a hurricane in the chilly weather.
They have colours like fire red,
deep brown and pale yellow.
The trees, bare to the brim
are covered in sharp twigs.
It is as cold as ice.
My fingers are becoming numb
and my lips are turning blue.

Meg S, 9 years old, Year 5, Saint Andrew’s College, Christchurch.

 

Moonlight Autumn

In the sun of the Moonlight

I lay on the grass

with seven fireflies around me

I stand up and let the wind go by

I stand and say goodbye to Summer

and hello to Autumn after midnight

Seven minutes pass and I’m still

not tired.

 
Max Wilson Aged 6 Ilam School

 

 

Autumn

Leaves fluttered down.

Trees blow in the wind.

They look like a skeleton.

Crunching like a ball of fire.

Maddie  Age 8  Year 4 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

Autumn

Old ugly branches hung

like bats in their cave.

Bald tree

with curved witches nails.

The wind blew

like a tornado.

Leaves like red flames.

A nosy fantail followed me

for food.

 By Soverin T Y5 age 9 Russley School Christchurch

 

 

Autumn Wind

The autumn wind is a blowing circus.

The wind is like a tsunami.

The autumn wind is a rumbling tummy.

 

Nicholas T Age 7 Year 3 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

Fall

It’s getting darker now

My friends and I discuss in hushed voices

About how were getting ready to fall

When mother tree tucks us in

I dream about a world on the ground

By Daisy-Jane Lowe, age 11yrs Russley School

 

 

Autumn

An innocent pile of leaves,

Drying in the morning sun.

The red-brown colours,

Fluttering in the crisp air.

The pile shifts,

Ever so slightly.

Then,

Rah!

Out jumps my brother.

With damp leaves in his hair.

Isis W 13 years old Year 8 Selwyn House School

 

Autumn

Thin old leaves

hang like a wrecking ball

on the end of a chain.

 

A curved purple leaf

quivers

on a thick brown branch.

 

A bald Silver Birch

stands like the Statue of Liberty

a leaf stem

as long as a baby snake.

 

Saffron leaves

like a bowl of nachos.

 

A game of rugby on a freezing icy day,

getting thrown on the ground

walking home with dirty legs.

 

By Gustavo D, age 10yrs, Russley School

 

I Love Autumn

I love the nice and cool autumn breeze

The way it raps its cold fingers around my knees.

I love watching the leaves get blown around

Down, down towards the ground.

I love the sound of the whispering trees

Moving back and forth as they please.

I love the taste of boiling hot stew

Waiting for winter to come to you.

I love the smell of sweet apple crumble

As soon as I see it, my tummy starts to rumble.

I love the feel, taste, sound, smell and sight.

I love autumn, but try as I might

I can’t find a way

To love winter in this way.

By Paige M West End School

 

 

 

Autumn

The sun peeked behind the dead trees.

Wind raced around the place.

Leaves float gently down to the ground.

Ella X Year 4 8 years old Epsom Normal Primary

 

The Autumn Poem

Leaves, crackling, gold,

like a crunchy bar. Branches,

brown, thin, like an old man’s arms.

Leaves, quivering, hanging off.

Me and my friends play

rugby union at school, I hear people

yelling from the side line, I have

dirt on my legs and I’m laughing

and I have butterflies in

my stomach.

by Makenzy M, age 10 Russley School

 

My Little Autumn Tree

My little Autumn tree,
Stands strong and tall beside me.
Flaky branches reaching high,
Fingertips just scraping the sky.
The early morning frost makes you shiver,
But the warm fiery sun makes you shimmer.
Your crisp golden leaves twinkle and twirl,
And in the wind the whirl.
But my little Autumn tree,
What happens when your leaves begin to flee?
For they leave you all alone,
Cold and bare to the bone.
You watch them fly away,
Day after day.
Scattered beneath you,
Slowly drifting far away.
But don’t worry my little Autumn tree,
You’ll always have me.

Amy B Opaki School Age 12

 

Autumn poem

Leaves fall

slowly to the cold ground.

 

Red, orange, yellow everywhere,

not a drop of green in site.

 

Running through the colourful

crunching leaves, jumping

in wet leaf mountains.

 

Sleeping in warm toasty bed,

when the fire is out.

 

Waking up to a cold damp morning, ready for a new day.

 

Jenna L Age: 12 School: Opaki School

 

Leaves

brown, old and ugly

like a witch’s nose

crunchy like stale bread.

 

Branches,

bumpy like a climbing wall

swerve like big waves.

 

Leaves, red like a mad man

orange like juice

yellow like hard cheese.

By Bridget Egan, age 10yrs Russley School

Where has Rangitoto gone? some Auckland fog poems

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It is so WILD in Auckland I can’t see anything but GREY so when I came across this email from a teacher at Ignatius Primary School I decided to post their fog poems.

Meanwhile I busy reading all your fabulous Autumn poems and it is going to be SO hard to pick some to post on Tuesday as they are all so wonderful.

Great job Year 3! I loved reading these.

 

 

Can’t see far into the trees

Smells damp and wet

Tastes like little drops of water

Dogs, cats and people look like ghosts.

By Hamish

 

Windy like a storm coming

Wet and sticky, misty clouds all around

Feels like water, cold and wet.

Looks like ghostly shadows

and misty clouds,

Tastes like salt

Things in the distance

Big and bad tiger

Dark and hard to see

Sloppy like a frog

Wobbly like unbalanced people

Can’t really catch it like a fly.

Looks like lots of clouds

Stops you from seeing,

dark and hard to see like a black cat.

By Niamh Year 3

 

FOG……. Blank, blurry,

can’t see anything

Quiet, still,

reminds me of Halloween,

GHOSTS!

and creepy otters.

By Alex Year 3

 

Wet and sticky

Like a big cloud around you,

It’s a shadow from a distance

You can’t see anything when it’s foggy.

You sometimes need to turn your lights on when you’re driving in the car.

By Orla H. Year 3

 

Everywhere clouds

Wet, misty, foggy shadows in the distance

Salty, quiet, cloudy, plain.

Soggy sweating people,

Mash-pea soup.

Smells a bit funny, ghosty, cold

Frost, hard to see

Grey, snow flaky,

Thick or thin

By Olivia Year 3

 

Thick and damp

No shadows anywhere

Making the street quiet

Tastes like dirty water

Misty everywhere

You can see nothing

Wet and cold

Making things invisible

By Chris Year 3

 

I love Rosie the cat!

Today I had a fabulous time at St Kentigern’s School doing poetry workshops. The Year 0 -1 students made up a bunch of poems  with me and I especially like this poem. It was such a good day, now I need to go and curl up like Rosie and have a nap on the bed!

Thank you for a very special day.

 

Rosie

 

Brown cat

Fuzzy cat

Like a bear

 

Playing with toys

Playing with cotton balls

Likes to scratch

 

Wild cat

Sleeps inside

On the bed

 

Fluffy cat

Eats fish

And chips

Purrrrrrrr!

 

Y0 and 1, and a few pre-schoolers

Here are the winners from The Ruapehu Writers Festival Poetry Competition for Children

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While writers and readers filled the Powderhorn to the brim in Ohakune at the Ruapehu Writers Festival local children were writing poems.

I spent a fabulous morning visiting Ohakune Primary School, did a session with children at the festival and offered to judge a local poetry competition for children.

With so many of the poems singing the praises of the mountains, I felt I was right back in this beautiful location. That is what words can do – so thank you for making your special place sing.

I especially loved the poems that sounded good and that used strong detail. But poems can do anything!

My tip: Listen to every line as you write a poem!

I loved all the poems. It was very very hard to pick winners to post on the blog.

Congratulations if I picked you but I loved all the poems. You could try my monthly challenges on Poetry Box.

 

 

T  h  e       R   e  s  u  l  t  s

 

 

Years 1 to 2 I loved all these poems. They show you only need a few words to make something special! It was very very hard to choose. I read them all aloud to see which ones sounded extra good and which made an extra fabulous picture in my head.

First Place (Chase):

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Second Place (Paige):

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Third Place (Ariana):

 

 

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Years 3 to 4 I love the sound of Jaydah’s poem when I say it out loud. Short poems can be very sweet and this one is! Georgia has found some excellent words for a porridge poem. I felt like I was eating a scrumptious bowl of porridge. I really enjoyed the flow of Lawrence’s poem and the excellent choice of words.

 

First Place (Jaydah-Lee):

 

Athletics Day

Zooming down the track.

Jumping like a kangaroo.

I threw a shot-put.

Jaydah-Lee Ioannidis, 7, Year 3-4, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

Second Place (Georgia):

 

Porridge

Porridge

Hot milk

Bubbling slimy gloopy

Sticky stiff thick sweet

Steamy banana creamy

Sweet yummy

Porridge

Georgia Gowland-Douglas, 7, Year 3-4, Ohakune Primary School

 

Third Place (Lawrence):

 

Athletics Day

Running fast, puffing.

Hot and sunny at the high jump.

Zooming down the track.

Lawrence Reyes, 7, Year 3-4.

 

 

 Years 5 to 6 Some of these poems are full of energy and some are very quiet. I love the way Joshua’s poem flits across the page like running water. It has great details and great music. I love the way Maraea’s poem uses repetition and plays with how many words go on the line. I love the simplicity of Kodo’s poem and the surprising ending. It was too hard to pick in this category I have posted two extra Highly Commended poems. Both show a great use of rhythm and terrific detail.

 

First Place (Joshua):

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Second Place (Maraea):

 

River Swimming 2016

As I stepped onto the gooey rock,

it felt as if I was going to slip over.

 

I leaped in the freezing cold river

cold, cold, cold.

 

Swimming over to the black wet rope

it felt like I was climbing a big mountain of moss.

 

Splashes every now and then.

Splash!

Smack!!

That looks painful!

Maraea Buckingham Year 5, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

 

Third Place (Kodo):

 

Dashing through the rapids

 

Dashing through the rapids

snowy, white crystal, clear water

over rocks we go

whistling everywhere.

Whio whio over there,

not here we’re not everywhere.

 

Kodo Drayton Year 5, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

Highly Commended (Jorja):

 

Screen Shot 2016-04-06 at 3.41.22 PM.pngJorja Pearce, Year 6, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

Highly Commended (Hunter):

 

Blue Duck

I’m blue duck

swimming in the river.

 

Rapids are quick

but I can handle it.

 

I can blend in

with the rocks and the river,

so humans can’t find me.

Hunter Anderson Year 5, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

 

Years 7 to 8 These poems show how you can take the same subject and come up with such different results. I love the repeating lines in Keri and Kiana’s poems and the strong detail. They have chosen a great pattern.I like the use of the alphabet to frame the poem in Hayley’s. Another interesting pattern for a poem.

 

First Place (Kiana):

 

I Am Ruapehu

I am beautiful and scenic

I wonder if I could walk around

I hear the song of a jaybird

I see the sky a touch away

I want my snow never to melt away

I am beautiful and scenic

 

I pretend I am covered in a white lace veil

I feel the the cars tickling my toes

I touch the clouds

I worry my insides are blistering hot!

I cry when summer comes

I am beautiful and scenic

 

I understand my snow must melt away

I say I have a breathtaking life

I dream for a bluebird day

I try not to erupt

I hope to one day see the world

I am beautiful and scenic

Kiana Little, Age 11, Year 7, National Park School

 

Second Place (Hayley):

Ruapehu

As I ski down the freezing cold mountain the Beautiful blue sky above me.

Courageous ski patrol people, Doing racing. Enjoying the snow, having

Fun, Getting cold, Horrible crashes, Icy slopes as the skies scratch the ice,

Jumps, Kind people helping others out. The Crater Lake, what a beautiful

sight, Many people go there every day, No one sad Or mad, People love

Mount Raphehu. Skiers Quickly ski down the mountain, Rocks cover the

mountain in the summer, Snow shimmering in the distance, To many

people at times, Unbelievable, Views, Wonderful slopes, Xrays are often

needed, Yummy food is provided at New Zealand’s highest café, Zig zaggy

slopes are the only way to go.

 Hayley Church, Age 12, Year 8, National Park School

 

Third Place (Keri):

 

Ruapehu

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

I wonder if the snow will ever disappear

I hear skis crunching on ice

I see white fluffy snow everywhere

I want to never leave this wonderful land

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

 

I pretend I am riding horses when I ski

I feel the sharp sting of the cold

I touch the freezing snow and cold rocks

I worry for when the summer comes

I cry, no longer when I crash

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

 

I understand now that winter has to end

I say snow is amazing

I dream that I will eventually win a race

I try to win at ski races

I hope I do win one day

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

Keri Baker, Age 12, Year 8, National Park School

 

 

Thank you for this wonderful chance to reach a whole bunch of poems from Ruapehu District. I loved it!