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Thank you Storylines — and a few favourite poems from today

I had a hairy drive from the west into the city in the driving rain. It was worth it!

But what a lovely day I had talking about poetry with individual children in the poetry zone, signing the odd book or two and doing a book talk with the fabulous Leonie Agnew and Sacha Cotter on becoming an author.

Storylines works so hard to bring events like this to families. Bravo and thank you for all your hard work and dedication. I salute you.

Here are a couple of poems I loved from the Poetry Zone. I loved these poems because they sounded really good when I read them aloud. They are often quite simple. I loved some of the repeating words which helped the sound of the poems. These poems are all quite simple. I love the way squid shimmers in the middle of Maren’s poem. Ah poetry bliss!

I just got to breeze in and read what they had written. Lucky me!

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My favourite wind poems are very windy indeed!



Such a terrific bunch of poems arrived in my email box! So full of the wind it felt like my study got really windy. And it is still windy. I have picked a few of my favourites to post but don’t feel bad if you missed out this time as I had too many favourites this time!

Such good words to make the wind come alive in your poems. Short lines worked well. And so did longer lines! I loved the poems with good windy detail. Daniel used ‘w’ alliteration which made his poem even windier — and then made it LOOK windy on the page. He also made up a word — see if you can spot it. I loved the surprise of Anita’s poem and the fabulous sounding list that grows in Matthew’s. I also loved Natalie’s short lines. Very effective. Lucy’s terrific poem was strong on mood. Great job young poets!

I am sending a book to Matthew from Fendalton Open Air School in Christchurch.


The wildest winds

The wildest winds

Twist my hair up

Like a tornado

Above my head

And lets it fall

Loosely down again.


The wildest winds

Blow my dress

Out to the sides,

But nothing can

Blow me off my feet.



The roaring wind

The roaring winds go whoosh.

The roaring winds knot my hair

Like a dragon in its lair.


both by Imogen Campbell Age 7 Homeschooled




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Name: Natalie H Age: 10 Year: 6 School: Fendalton Open Air School


The Constant Wind

The wind that blows the leaves to your front door

the wind that blows the waves on the sea

the wind that blows the grass on a mountain

the wind that blows on the feathers of an eagle

the wind that carries the howl of a wolf

is the wind that sounds like a beating heart.

by Matthew B 10 Fendalton Primary School, Christchurch, NZ.


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Anita, Age 9, Year 5, Fendalton Open Air School


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Lucy is currently in Year 8 at Selwyn House School, and is 12 years old



By Daniel Year 2 Aged 6 Adventure School

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Some windy poems: The can flew off the rocks like a bird

Some of Sarah’s Year 3 students at Ormond School in Gisborne got inspired by the wind this week and wrote these cool poems. I like these poems as they tell little stories without using too many words. They have great images, juicy words and surprising bits. You can read them for yourself! Great job young poets!


The Flying Cushion

The wild wind blew as strong as can be

The wind was so strong

It blew a cushion away

It blew it…

Up, down, all around

and then…

into the next-door neighbour’s vineyard!


Dad runs like Superman

Jumps real high

Over the fence

Picks it up

Back to the house

Go, go, go, Dad!

Now it’s safe.


by Gareth




The card flew away

I was laying it on the table

It landed on a pile of old leaves

I raced over

I picked it up

It was the king of diamonds


by James



The Windy Night

I listened

There was a rustle

It sounded like the metal on the roof was moving

It was night

The wind was blowing loudly


by Beck



The Can

The can flew off the rocks like a bird

It flew into the dark sea

I raced after it

My knees got wet

I fell on the slimy rocks

I caught it and put it back Jet,

Dad and me started shooting it again

It was a Baked Beans can.


by Sam