CHRISTMAS IS...

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Kimberly C

Christmas is the rustle of wrapping paper

mountains of presents and laughter

and happiness

I can smell the sweet meet 

on the BBQ

Christmas is love and hugs

and a kiss

the taste of chips crunching

the sound of kids screaming and jumping up

Christmas is love and family

and kids and food

definitely!

CHRISTMAS IS

by Josh T

Christmas is

mouth-watering turkey

it is the rustle of soft wrapping paper

Christmas is a

time for crackers

pull the thing and see what you have won

It is time for

the toys to be unleashed

like a stampede of dinosaurs chasing a rabbit

Christmas is a cricket ball

bashing the wickets

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Fergus

Christmas is

fun, laughter,

ringing bells

Christmas is zooming

down

a steep

waterslide

like a tornado

and at the end your dad

fishes you out

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Phoenix

Christmas is pavlova on the plate

with whipped cream out of the bowl

kiwis, strawberries, M&Ms, chocolate

and oranges.

Christmas is Christmas crackers

going boom crack

yay, I won something!

Christmas is Santa saying ho, ho, ho

coming down the chimney

giving presents to all.

Christmas is mistletoe

people kissing

eww, not me!

Christmas is presents getting unwrapped

Yay! I got an ipod touch!

Christmas is songs playing

over and over

and over and over

again.

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Farren

Christmas is pav with chocolate pebbles

strawberries

with whipped cream.

Christmas is the big breath you take

when you see all the presents.

Christmas is the magical smiles on

everyone’s faces.

Christmas is Santa poking his head

through the window.

Christmas is the time your mum and dad

bring out the mistletoe… yuck!

Christmas is the time of year to bring

out your inner elf.

Christmas is Christmas carols on

your doorstep.

Christmas is when family come and have

a Christmas dinner.

CHRISTMAS IS...

by Ella S

Christmas is shelling peas

fresh from the garden.

Christmas is magical laughter,

fun and surprises.

I feel the summer sun getting brighter

in my eyes.

I smell yummy pavlova

with strawberries, bananas

and kiwifruit…

the adults feast.

CHRISTMAS IS…

by Kim S

Ripping Christmas presents open

for a surprise

It is Christmas crackers popping

winning a mini prize

It is delicious desserts getting eaten

in one bite

It is going on holiday to a place

you’ve never been before

It is spending time with your aunties, uncles,

cousins and sisters

as a family at Christmas

You see your family laughing and joking

you know it is the best

spending time with family is the best thing

you will ever have in your life.

CHRISTMAS IS...

Christmas is … waking up to the rustling noises of wrapping paper.

Christmas is … unwrapping presents with family.

Christmas is … a treat having family there 

our special Christmas dinner, roast chicken 

and for desert it is chocolate pudding.

Christmas is … playing with Christmas presents

By Amy T.

Awa Nui Colours

YELLOW
by Ella S

I am as golden as the hot burning sand

I am flames on sparklers

I am a stinging bumble bee

I am peanut butter on toast

I am as spiky as a pineapple

I am butter about to get chopped up



GREEN
by Emilia K

I am a leaf on a tree blowing in the wind

I am juicy grass growing in sweet water

I am a stalk helping flowers grow tall

I am a tropical bird soaring through the forest

I am a bean seed finding way up to the surface

I am goo oozing from under the door

I am a Christmas tree that has been decorated



I AM WHITE
by Amy T

I am daisies swaying in the wind.
I am froth bubbling on top
of a hot chocolate.

I am frost growing up a piece of grass.
I am a fluffy cloud in the afternoon
sinking down into the sun.

I am a swan paddling into the rapids.
I am icing sugar sprinkling down
like snowflakes.

.(By Amy age10)

Colour Poetry

Two contrasting colour poems from Team Awa Nui students:


I am the rose in your butterfly garden.
I am the blood in your body, flowing around keeping you alive.
I am the cheek on your face, blushing when you're around a boy.
I am the fire extinguisher keeping the foam inside.
I am the crimson Christmas lights on the glowing tree, shining my bright self.
I am the stop sign, stopping people from crashing... but people do sometimes.
I am strawberries with icing sugar on top.

by Phoenix, Year 6

I am the cold Arctic ocean. I am the sky on a summer's morning. I am Lake Tekapo, full of fish swishing around. I am a Russley School top.

by Ella S, Year 5

Athletics day poetry

I could feel my heart racing.

I saw people getting ready.

I could taste sweat.

I could feel the grass on my feet.

I heard people cheering.

On your marks

get set... GO! 

- by Alex C

Click here to view athletics photos

Read on for more athletics day poetry by our year 5 and 6 authors:

Athletics Poem

Shot-put bangs

shaking the ground

Discus flying 

falling

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Smiling cheering children

Go! Go! Go!

Speeding feet

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

- by Kim S

On Your Marks!

On your marks, get set, go!!!

People screaming as loud as a tornado.

Sweat pouring down into my mouth.

Ice block soothing.

Heart pounding with butterflies.

Kids playing like daffodils in the wind.

Shot-put landing, thump, thump!

- by Emelia 

Athletics Day

Blossoms blowing

Streaming blood

Heart racing

Stomping past

Discus Flying

- by Phoenix

Athletics

shot-put vibrations

legs aching

people sprinting around me

blossom petals twirling off trees

smell victory

ice-block dripping down my mouth

sad athletics day is over

- by Farren


Athletics Day
by Ella S

Breezy wind
hot sun in my eyes
people cheering happily

Mr Ish announced the winner
for shot put 
ME!

My heart was beating
like a crazy washing machine

The delicious taste of iceblocks
Fast relay team
like a t-rex stomping

I smell sand
Achoo!
Sand blowing everywhere

People sprinting
and 
jumping

Stormy Poems

The Wind - by Catherine

The wind is Mrs Harrison shouting at Mr Harrison.

The wind is a soccer ball zooming through the air with force.

The wind is the roaring of a T Rex (Tyrannosaurus Rex).

                  

The Wind – by Elizabeth

The wind is an army charging

it is an elephant calmly moving his ear

the wind is my figgy pudding

the wind is a big boom

it is a racing car in a race

it is a leaf falling to the ground

 

The Thunderstorm – by Elizabeth

Gusty winds wobble the classroom. I get a big shock as... Zap! A giant lightning bolt hits somewhere not too far away. The hail sounds like a pen hitting the paper. The rain dances on the door and I am instantly frightened. The thunder is like applause.

 

The Storm – by Oliver

The thunder was as scary as a gorilla’s armpit.

The streets were quiet as it was bucketing down.

Electricity was gone for the people in the city.

BOOM! SMASH! CLANG! The people had a sleepless night.

 

The Wind – by Ella

the wind is a marching crowd

the wind is a spooky ghost

the wind is the smell of fish and chips

the wind is the smell of pavalova

the wind is a dinosaur howl

 

The Wind – by Baylee

The wind is a roaring lion at the beach.

It is a ghost trying to haunt.

it is lions teeth biting its prey.

 

The Storm – by Baylee

Bang! The thunder is as loud as a herd of mammoths.

The lightning was as bright as flashing, zooming,

frightening thunderclouds.

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