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Wednesday 12 April 2017

Foul Shot

These are some of our poems inspired by Edwin Hoey.  They are moment in time poems about a person and a thing they are using, and depict tension...aren't they awesome.

Scariest thing of my life

With 1 second left on my crying limit
And 60 seconds until she goes down,
The frightened girl in the centre of pupils,
Shot by a formula of tears,
Steps down sideways with her feet
Squeezes her hand on the rope,
Step by step goes down the cliff
Then measures how much further she has to go,
One hand lets go of the rope,
Tightens the rope,
Wobbles,
Wavers,
Falls,
And then pulls her hand up and … misses the rope

The rope
slid up and away,
Slide,
Moved
and stopped
Screeching sound came from the gear
And then,
               And then,
                               And then,
Right before the fall ended
she caught on to the rope.

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SWIMMING

Starting to get ready
Big deep breaths
Moving up to the platform
Waiting for the whistle
Two blocks click together
...off I go!

Fingertips squeeze into the water
The water slithers up my arm
Water trickles through my hair
Arms move
Stretch
Slither
Slip
Legs kick
Soothe
Splash…
And then
       And then
              And then
Right before the finish line
The crowd starts to roar!!!

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The Victory

With 10 people standing on the start board
And green, yellow, red colours shine on the board
A girl, waited for the green to glow
The eyes drew down before she submerged
Turned her head, swimmers be still and ready
But it’s only her that
Shivers
Trembles
Shakes
Exhales

The board
turn green,
then submerge
Dashing fast
the lanes and the walk ways are soaking
                         And then
                                       And then
                                                     And then
Right before the finish horn
audience cheers and celebrates
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With every one done
People waiting for a great show
Boy sits down
Trembling hands, ready to start
Turns to the page
Breathes
Gets in place
Reads the notes
Look at the time signature
Waits,
straightens ,
Thinks,
Then humming the tune
Remembering how to play
Playing in c major
The music flies around
people listening
Plays,
scared,
Nervous,
Continues,
Breathes,
Then stops
Seen lots of smiles in the crowd
And then
               And then
                              And then
There was clapping, cheering
Breathes in and out
Then bows

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Inline

With 4 teammates on the rink,
And a puck waiting to be dropped,
The experienced boy stands on the rink,
Rushing anxiousness speeds through him,
Eyeing the puck nervously,
Steadies himself,
Lines up his stick,
Plans his very first move,
Stares the opponent down,
Tenses,
Relaxes,
Waits,
And then through stiff silence,
Smacks it forward,

The puck,
Spins out and away,
Slides,
Slips,
Skids,
Glides,
Hurtles,
Laughs past players,
Until every face grimaces with painful suspense,
     And then,
And then,
         And then,
Right before the BIG GOAL,
Bounces off the post.
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Monday 3 April 2017

Our Cultural Class

We have heaps of different cultures represented in our room - we are an awesome eclectic mix of monkeys.  It is awesome, we are learning about heaps of them at the moment.  Here we are at our Cultural parade day, lots of us are dressed in traditional outfits from our country.




























Monday 27 March 2017

Thursday 16 March 2017

Get NZ Writing

We are a part of Get NZ Writing in association with Warehouse Stationery and the amazing School Kit.  We have been doing some cool things to share with our buddy school Waipukurau School...including these awesome name poems...

The Charlotte Poem


Charlotte is a very tiny box
guarded by a ferocious kitten!
Charlotte runs around us
as the fastest big cat a cheetah.
   Charlotte is the book and writing girl.


Whenever I peep into the mirror
I see a nervous cat face
but the cat face is still Charlotte.


Charlotte is a slow Mazda Familia
because Charlotte takes longer to start up when she stops


Charlotte is a dark moon
hidden at day time


Look there and there
Bits of fluff
blown from library to library
Chasing with a hungry kitten
They might be Charlotte.

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The Erik poem

Erik is a small bouncy package,
with hoodies and caps all over it.
Erik is a tweety bird,
that never runs out of fuel.

Erik is a ‘dab’ and music boy ,
listening and enjoying guitars and drums.
Whenever I peek in the mirrors
Erik gleams a smile
that's full of Energy.

Erik the music making car.
‘Erik Is a rocket in the sky.

Erik is four letters
as in Eric Clapton.

Look here and there
Bit of notes
Float to fan to fan
Guitar strings go through my fingers.
They might be Erik.

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Ivan poem

Iva is a secret bomber
with origami everywhere

Ivan is an adventurer
that goes in cave with bats
Ivan is a master at parkour

Whenever I look in the mirror
I see Indiana Jones
in a cave

Ivan is a holden range
Ivan is a shooting star

Ivan is 12 letters
meaning strong in Russia

Look there and there
Bits and pieces
Blow house to house
I groan as i pick up bits and pieces
They might be Ivan

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The Paea Puniani Poem
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Paea is a package of drawings
Paea is a car driving on the ground

Paea is a goat climbing up the mountain

When I peep in mirrors
Paea hugs back at me
It’s so happy

Paea is a funny plant
Paea is a shooting plant

Paea is a 11 letters
discovered by tongan language

Look there and there
Bits of noodles
From bowl to bowl
I chase them my spoon and fork
They might be Paea-i-Aotearoa

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The Samira poem


Samira is a small box,
wrapped in writing and the colour blue.


Samira is a honda jazz,
small but not fast.


Samira is an ostrich,
it can not fly but is still graceful.


Samira esfahani is a surfboard
riding the waves.


Whenever I peep into mirrors
I see a gold swimming cup
with my name on it.


Samira is fourteen letters
woven from the Persian alphabet.


Look there and there
bits of water
burst from pool from pool
I get soaked from the water
but it might be Samira.


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The Mia Poem

Mia is a short package covered
In bows with vibrant wrapping paper covered in glitter.

Careful of hazards Mia trots along the
Ground looking for places to explore.

Mia is a gymnastics lover she
performs carefully and cheerfully.

Whenever I peep in mirrors
Mia smiles back at me
it’s so cool!

Mia is a speedy motorbike,
Mia is a shining star.

Mia is 8 letters
discovered in the Hebrew language.
Look over there
colourful confetti
spreading all over
I stare at it while it flies through my hair
It might be Mia.

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The Hana Poem

Hana is a noodle box
filled with one long noodle!
and words that I can’t even read!

Hana is a penguin
who loves and never wants to come out.

Hana is the princess of art
her loveable art hypnotises people.

Whenever I peep in mirrors
Hana pulls a weird face
It’s awkward.

Hana is a motorbike, it runs fast as me.
Hana is a swirling, shiny galaxy.
Hana is 11 letters,
noticed in the Indonesian language.

Look there and there!
Shapes of crystals
shining cave to cave,
I gaze at them as if I see a millions
They might be Hana.

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