Paula Green's Favourites

Congratulations to Raevyn, Izak, Josh T, Takeru and Sophia. These five authors were among Paula Green's favourites in the Poetry Box Moon Poem Competition, which was open to schools throughout New Zealand. All five were shortlisted in the competition and have been published on the Poetry Box website. Sophia McMahon's poem Albatross Moon was selected as one of the winning entries. Sophia will receive a book prize courtesy of Paula Green.

Paula was impressed by the very high standard of entries from our Russley Writers; this is what she had to say:

"I adore all the moon poems. Tell the students I loved them so much. It was hard to pick just a few but I got so many moon poems in my box. I love the language, the similes, the images. These poems made me smile and feel good as I read them."

So congratulations to you all.

Albatross Moon

          by Sophia McMahon (year 3)

The moon is a big albatross

on the lookout.

The moon is

red as blood.

The moon sets

the sky on fire.

Happy Moon

        by Takeru Oki (year 3)

The Shadow

        by Josh T. (year 4)

The moon is a sad face

shining light down to us

The moon is a yellow banana

It is a rugby ball

flying through the stadium

The moon spins really fast

The moon shining silver shadows

on the world

Space Poem

            by Izak Koster (year 6)

Space has a silver sliced peach that floated away from the sun

it turned cold and froze, it became our moon

there was a clear view of earth from that ancient peach

it was where aliens watched it rolling around

they wonder if we see them as they see us

I wish I had a telescope, a shining metal tube

I wish to see Jupiter and explore space,

to ask people as many questions

about things I am interested in

or to find out myself                                                                                                                       

                                                      

Pounamu Moon

        by Raevyn Hohaia (year 7)

The moon is a pounamu ring

worn by one of the Gallipoli men.

It is a beaming flashlight

flickering through the night.

It is a memory

dragging me back to my Loved Ones.