More Team Roto Poetry to Colour Our World

Team Roto (Years 3 & 4) brainstormed colours together- it was amazing how many strange and unusual things they came up with, inspired by a particular colour. Check out their writing below and see if you can work out which colour they are!


I am a penguin's pale tummy.
I am a pure cloud floating across the sky.
I'm a spotless clean sheet on a new bed.
I am the wool of a sheep getting shaved off.
I'm a tissue being delicately pulled out of a box.
I'm the shaving cream getting put on my dad's face.
I am the smell of garlic, rising from the food.
I am the milk running down your chin.

     - by Xanthe, year 3

I am a fiery sun. I am a sparkler glowing bright in the night.

I am a volcano erupting with lava, I am Pacman on the beach. I am an Autumn leaf getting blown away from a kowhai tree.

I am a sunflower on a sunny day. I am solar.

I am a golden bird snatching gold coins from a person playing a bright guitar.

I am custard being eaten by little fluffy chicks.

I am a pineapple getting chopped by a knife.

I am mustard squirted into a sausage. 

I am Goldilocks sitting on a throne.

     - by Chloe, year 4

I am a shiny one dollar coin.

I am a gold tooth in Bones' mouth.

I taste like onions.

I am gold earrings hanging

on soft earlobes.

     - by Maddy, year 3

I am lemon and corn,

mango, juicy and delicious.

I am a chick picturing the bright

sun. The sunny flavour of sweet rice.

I am a pineapple getting chopped into

little bricks.

I am mustard spreading on bread.

I am a great volcano erupting

lava.

     - by Manaal, year 4

I'm a wicked windmill. I am the tummy of a penguin. I am tasty rice. I am wool of a sheep being shaved. I am shaving cream from someone shaving. I am foam from the edge of the sea. I am a big rainy cloud in the sky. I am a round garlic.

     - by Max, year 4

I am a little drooping daisy petal. I am a tiny wriggly huhu grub. I am fluffy wool from a sheep. I am a jar of salt beside the sugar. I am a penguin's wobbling belly. I'm crackling polystyrene. I'm sea foam at the edge of the waves. I'm the outside of the egg. I taste of whipped cream. I am a delicate piece of paper.

     - by Micaiah, year 3

I am a dolphin gracefully gliding through the sea. I am the sky, crying, raindrops falling from your eyes. I am a wave soaking everyone on the beach. I am a water fountain granting wishes.

     - by Lucy, year 4

I am the bright, sunny, cloudy sky. I am a wave rising up from the sea. I am a sunshower falling to earth. I am a forget-me-not stretching my petals. I am a waterfall rushing over bumpy rocks. I taste like the salty ocean.

     - by Hannah M, year 4

I am a pure penguin's tummy. I'm fluffy wool from a sheep. I'm a sparkling sheet of paper. I'm snowy rice waving in the wind. I'm spotless cotton balls. I'm clean garlic.

     - Hamish, year 4

I am Nature lurking in the forest.

I am leaves in the warm summer.

I am dangerous ivy people dare to approach.

I am stems coming out of the bottomless dirt.

I am a caterpillar strolling down a branch,

wee chubby little cheeks.

     - by Hannah LM, year 4

I am fat orange staying on a plate.

I am pumpkin, sour and delicous. I am 

a golden sun, soft like wool. Once I was dark,

but now mango is my new colour.

I sound like an alarm.

     - by Edwin, year 4

I am a penguin's tummy, feathers ruffling.

I'm sugar, poured into a bowl.

I'm a snowflake, patterns all over me,

a cherry blossom petal, falling with the 

wind.

I'm a grain of rice, as small as the tip of a pen,

a polar bear roaring out loud,

I'm a cotton ball as fluffy as a kitten.

I feel cold, skin pale as snow.

     - by Shona, year 4

I am a raging fire dancing around,

I am a running fire engine spraying water,

I am a waving poppy swinging in the breeze,

I am a beach-ball being thrown by a human,

I am a werewolf's pupil, all angry.

     - by Tristan, year 4

I am a bowl of blueberries, squashed with others.

I am a dangerous fin upon the top of the ocean, surfing.

I am a raindrop falling from the sky.

I am a waterfall upon rocks. I am an antidote 

and cure for poisons. I'm the screen 

of a computer, making me the homepage.

I'm the sound

of loneliness calling for help.

     - by Ryan S, year 4 

Athletic Poetry from Team Roto

Sports Challenge
by  Manaal age 8

Bang! The clappers snipped!
Running like a skateboard
Smelling like a dog
Tasting my dry mouth
Hearing the bell ting
As the camera flashes
Feeling warm fuzzies
Tasting a lemonade ice block


"Go Woodbury!"
by Xanthe, age 8

Butterflies in my tummy
On Your Marks!
Get Set!
BANG!

"Go Xanthe!" is all I could hear
One metre from the
finish line

2nd place in the heats!
WOW!


CLOSELY
by Micaiah, age 7

Rainbow stripy mat
I jump off
Sighs from the crowd
Smelly sweat
Refreshing juice
Cool wind blowing my hair
I am like a bird


THE GAMES
by Micaiah, age 7

Click and a blink
A loud cheering crowd
Sand filling up my shoes
Petals falling into my mouth
Lemonade ice dripping
down my hand


ATHLETICS BATTLE
by Hannah M, age 8

Bang! Clappers close
fast like comets
Flashing of cameras
Grass on face as I fall
Sweaty armpits
Delicious cool ice-blocks


ATHLETICS DAY
by Chloe K, age 9

Running like a rocket
Jumping like a kangaroo
Puffing like a steam engine
Cheering like a clown
Diving like a penguin
Butterflies in my tummy
Blood taste in my mouth
Cheering in my ear
I smell fresh air
People bolting by


EVENTS TURN OUT FUN
by Ryan S, age 9

Fresh air
Heat melted me
Siren screamed out
Shotputs shined
Dry lips, frozen
Drink bottles slurped


LONG JUMP FACE-OFF
by Hamish L, age 8

Bang! We're off!
Butterflies in my tummy
Fresh air whooshing past
Dripping saliva
Dipping into the sand
3.10m new PB

Sizzling Hangi Poetry

The Hangi – by Elizabeth, age 7

the hangi flames were like Hades’ hair

it smelt like nothing I’d ever smelt before

because it was so good

it felt like warm roasting bones

and sounded like crashing stones

The Hangi – by Catherine D, age 8

Looks like a pit of black bubbles

Smells like Chinese takeaways

Sounds like the Grand Canyon’s rocks crunching

Feels like sponges

Tastes like McDonalds

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Hunter, age 8

the steam flew away like paper

it smelt like mint leaves

on a skinny tree, sleeping in a meadow

it was white hot, cooking our food

 

 

Hangi – by Tom H, age 8

Flames as bright as a spotlight.

Smells like smoke.

Rocks grinding like hadrosaur teeth.

Flames boiling like overboiled soup.

Tastes like a birthday lunch!

 

 

Hangi – by AJ, age 8

Looks like gusty fog

children sound like chattering monkeys

hangi smells like raw chicken

feels like my sweat

tastes like Anzac biscuits.

 

 

Hangi – by Clara Sellier, age 8

flames rose as high as the roof

fire sounded like a hissing snake

children chatted like a herd of elephants

steam floated like a parachute

felt hotter than a hot water bottle

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Oliver C, age 9

The hangi looked like a real kitchen but underground.

It smelt like walking into a takeaway shop, but better.

It sounded like someone cutting my hair.

The chicken felt as slimy as a squishy snail.

It tasted like the best thing in the world.

           

 

The Hangi – by Noah D

The coal was as black as a tuxedo.

The chicken drumsticks smelt like lovely lion meat.

The hangi sounded like a tigers roar.

It felt like boiling oil.

Flames boiling hot like dragon’s breath.

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Ella S, age 9

Looks like steam

boiling hot as lava

smells like my grandad’s lamb shanks

looks like a spotlight wiggling around

feels like my first present I opened

tastes like pizza

yummy as chips

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Chloe, age 8

Looks like a massive star

transformed into a different shape

It smells like burned fish’n’chips

It sounds like purring cats in the breeze

It feels like a hot summer’s day at the beach

It tastes like air set on fire

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Riley, age 8

FLAMES as bright as the moon

SMELLS like Mum’s meatballs

CRUNCHES, like when you eat chips

TASTES like fish and chips – yummy!

FEELS Soooooo hot “Wow!”

 

 

Hangi – by Baylee L, age 9

Flames as hot as lava

in Granny’s Sunday roast.

Flames boiling hot like dragon’s breath.

Sounds like an emerald smashing on the ground.

Tastes like heavenly fish and chips.

 

 

Hangi – by Kelly, age 10

Looks like a steam train

sounds like popcorn popping

smells like cigarette smoke

I feel amazed that food can cook

like that

in the ground

and it only took four and a half hours

in a hole

Hangi – by Kara, age 9

looks like heat waves

sounds like flick, pop, crack

smells like a skunk that died

feels like a hot summer’s day

HANGI – by Quinton, age 10

Embers look like crystals in the sky

Sounds like popcorn popping

Smells like beautiful flowers

Feels like hot sand at the beach

Tastes as crispy as pizza crust

Hangi – by Brayden, age 10

looks like a steam train

smells like smoke from cigarettes

feels as hot as a dragon breathing fire

sounds like popcorn popping

and balloons